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Lookin' in a cupboard, I found
the crown of madness,
it's a gardenin' tool made in hell,
flippin' cups, hypnotized,
blessin' the angel who put it there,
demons all out for it.
Ye, walkin' the line while writin'
the talkin', listen up,
dis' crown is beyond good'n evil,
ain't got nothin' else:
the legend of Nobody in Particular,
the story of my life.
Stackin' booksies and boxies,
pressure plates,
in the transference of energy
gotta go-to soon
icecream and coke, the straw
is outside the cove.
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