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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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