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Clutch Burning Beard

you have The seven habits of the highly infected calve Swan diving off the tongues of crippled giants International Business Machine Choking on bits of barley bread crumbs Oh this burning beard

all you have The seven habits of the highly infected calve Swan diving off the tongues of crippled giants International Business Machine Choking on bits of barley bread crumbs Oh this burning beard

it's all tooted good On the reala, a young killa, a young thrilla, mashin' the enemy goes down for (?) scrilla To whom it may concern: fool, I need a "Burn

feel like crying and the dreams that I have are all of my past lives and the seizures would paralyze me in the night and I wake up clutching my teddy bear

force fields repel four winds for broken seals Numbered Sedative Bending my brethren, breaking bread with Yeshua In Bethlehem, The last tribal star soul the alien Seth Alam The devil bears

the shocker] I thought I left, all that drama dog, back in the streets I gotta result to riding low, and my homies in the back seat See, you know we the type of boys that burn

your crew like pages I'll rip you from the backyard park chances stays it A plus the lyrically superb one spittin' rhymes From the top of the tongue to burn

right guard parts and march through the gauntlet of car alarms, no harps, no delusions of losing with something prettier than ash around the metacarpal still clutching the teddy bears

I'll tare your crew like pages I'll rip you from the backyard of (? ) ... (a+) A plus the lyrically superb one, spittin rhymes From the top of the tongue to burn