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will not show us the Grail, we shall take your
castle by force!
GUARD:  You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs!  Go and boil your
bottoms, sons

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

I'm the funner,
Day runner,
All Summer, dressed in all black,
Or I mix that,
Mix matched, flashing flagrant i might pull up with the fuchsia 
She

on a bad day
Your favorite rapper never had lle'
Let alone traffic state to state
I Sat in that kitchen and scraped the plate
Cooked dope while auntie sang