Verse for Tron Collab

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Don't you hate it when you forget to wash your skin suit
Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute
Goddam, I forgot my vitamins, do you know what time it is?
I hear knocking on heaven's door, why don't you invite him in?
The antichrist, on any night I video tape the rape of Anne's Delight
Forget the attic, I fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole
While gestapos stop, drop and roll, it's optimal to hide the mole
Yeah, I'm a lone wolf pack letting grannies ride me in red hoods
No where to get titty fucked by a huge rack, I bet the dead would
It's not their choice anyways?/ But they find a way to say no
So hey yo, I'm the type of person, who's says I'm the type of person
Who wipes the life of people swiping purses so I can swipe it perfect
You've heard it as a myth, but this is a hype for curses
Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in Earth's cervix
First serviced with a side of fries, consumed by Hell's devour-er
Watching cowards burn, I'm your dirty thoughts brought
To life, striped in a straight jacket, mind void of light, Spiked with a great habit

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