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I'm Mr. Meeseeks
though they never miss me
with the must’ve missed it flow
Scent be must of mystic
better ketchup with that mustard seed
that Jesus grow.

with theM

must’ve heard her and wrote
never ****** she wrote
like a bick I might flick it now
Uber and lift you might drive them both
but I don’t ride dem coats
more like strike while cloaked
only building crossing cover
for the copious miles moat.

Cause that's what was asked of me.

— The End —