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The content had been predetermined,

By an evil man perched up behind the curtain,

Eh click those red heels now three times for your Auntie Emme,

But you ain't wakin' up in your bed back in Kansas, Nah,

Yo you can't really be woken man from a dream,

When you never even lived cuz you was always asleep,

Do us both a favor,

Empty out that clip and double check that chamber,

Exist only in increments,

A little hard to grasp but it's really quite intricate,

Clearly see that the potential is here,

Dismiss notions first though that held you back for years,

If you could only see that the stampede

was caused by the fear of the leader of pack B,

And now the simple fact still persists

That the man staring back in that mirror looks pissed,

Now we could do this for days and days,

Or play the game the way we know that it was meant to be played,

But if you ask me it's all the same

I Never hated the game I just hate the haters man...