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Day one, using my time to conjure up rhymes for a dime Sublime lyrical crimes to keep you quiet like a mime while I make some noise like a wind chime And stab you with a rhythmic dagger coated in rime Day two, still doing the same thing People calling me king while I sing or rather rapping my heart out to the point I even scream and shout. But that's what it's all about and if you don't think so, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and suggest you get the f**k out Day three, well I guess I shouldn't have swore However, I did and I'll do it more till my body is sore Just kidding, before you come in, knock on the door Still won't open it though, since I'm rotten to the core Haven't I told you this before?
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Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
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Day one, using my time to conjure up rhymes for a dime Sublime lyrical crimes to keep you quiet like a mime while I make some noise like a wind chime And stab you with a rhythmic dagger coated in rime Day two, still doing the same thing People calling me king while I sing or rather rapping my heart out to the point I even scream and shout. But that's what it's all about and if you don't think so, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and suggest you get the f**k out Day three, well I guess I shouldn't have swore However, I did and I'll do it more till my body is sore Just kidding, before you come in, knock on the door Still won't open it though, since I'm rotten to the core Haven't I told you this before?
It's meant to be free flowing so it might be a little strange I guess
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Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
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