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.:Could This Be The Death Of Me (T-Rump-In-Re-Mix):.

For God�s sake the way you manipulate
You�re such a snake - Exact in how you distract - you the legless
Never do I recall begging for this
A part-time clown crawling around
The way in which you�ve slithered right through
Right into the cloning of what�s tasteless; the trajectory of your cases
You with nothing to stand on, nothing to base your command on
For God�s sake Dude, you are the peerless given over to being careless
Each whisper, yours is a trial by error - so Damned & Clever
Bet there's some heads you'd sever - This
This as you slither enjoined in being the fake...what a flake
Each wake, you�re-sitting-around-fearless - that�s-your-business
Yes - that is you - It�s what YOU do �
Yes - you who know nothing of me
Nothing of us - Still you making a fuss �
While you? You are the Blaspheme of the Blasphemous
The Harbinger in the air and the Heir of Everything Disastrous
Given leave over & over to master this... Doing so, so critically
Too often succeeding in degrading me...in belittling us �
Such is the make-up of all your Glad-handedness
I�m not a fan of this. Each claim of familiarity
Your false loyalty, your speech with its poisonous passion
Quite the fashion the venom that violates me...violating the better of us
And it�s not all talk. Forget rumor
I�m surely distraught for whomever next you nurture
Yes, but I�m euphoric about your future...whereas
You�ll be an added feature �
You who value NOT knowing �-
While - you�re wildly explaining everything �
Doing so by way of your wink & nod, my God
How is it that you reassure with the way you think?
Whereas solo will be the way you�ll sink. It�s the way you�ll go down
Plummeting right along with your Overblown Ego �
An exit-outsized happening in Slow-MO - Right into the Depths of the Lowest �
Settling into the Deepest Darkness -
The Darkness - Simmering under all of what you profess - what a mess -
Yet, you are but a test - this is known. While you know nothing of me - us
YO, Gus, knowing nothing except that which you have partaken in
My God, the way you have mistaken Men
Making one think you could be one of The Jinn

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