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Put it There it Put it
death is dri
vin
me'crazy
crazy is
dri
vin me dead,just
lookforafcknMinute
would'ye, at least,
gdamnit /
everything isnot what it seems /
nothing isnot what it seems / and
ain't none of thishit what any wee among us
think
it
is /
take heed make warning hide thee children &
thee womenfolk hide hide hide all
thee i'maginary troot about our'you'my
dirtylittle stupidsecrets......for there's no
time
to lose, no
time too loose, ohshit,Time has
snapped'broke it's moorings/is running
ram'pant thru
d'neighborhood
where once some
body thought you mighta been some
body fit to
create a crusade to save all
thee coffee-beings from capitalist corruption/
now,now eye just don't have time for halftime now,
now's to play Now's The Time on
ol'birdyard's record machine....scra
tch scra
tch
scratcheth ye faith'full chickenman...
O Godd hath gots all yr'glories in a brandnew Gucci
totem'sack! /
death is drivin me
crazy'crazy is divin
me
dead /&all
comes-back2haunt you, just to
be a pain-in-thee-ass-whole,just
to call attention to
me, my lame name
& tetrahydrozoline
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