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Imprisoned and tormented by a kush,
You wear a madness tag,
on the street with your rag.
Your steps are perfect and just
But if worst comes to worst,
Your life is in dust.
Have my blood and be rich
Imprisoned and tormented by a witch,
You questions the wisdom in decency,
Now that life is so spiffy.
Your steps are perfect and just
But if worst comes to worst,
Your life is in dust
Have my anus and the fame
Imprisoned and tormented from its shame,
Doubting the pleasures in the women’s Mercuries,
You’ll rot in the panel of juries.
Your steps are perfect and just
But when worst comes to worst,
Your life is in dust
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