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On the steps of a manor
Sat all the ill-mannered
My people, my rogues gallery
The ones whom I loved
The ones who loved me
My heroes, my rogues gallery
I sat down

A scared false front for the mean team
His spot in peril from those feral
Who want his butt on outbound beam
Say can you see this rogues gallery
When you get

the rogue's gallery
Ready to get lost in the crowd
Ooo Having a cup at the end of the world
Running low on sugar
Ooo Having a cup at the end of the world

why the only songs I can seem to write are a little too virulent (Virulent)
Then again, my rogue's gallery could fill an asylum
So I need to stay

me with seats in
The rogue's gallery
Eat food like soo-woo but
It ain't no calories it is what it has to be

God's conscience frankenstein's monster

crew and rogue gallery.

No faith in pocket sized editions
Read me your gunpowder tarot
Trebel the extant neck

Bending every finger back direct it

Everyday degenerates
Rape-porn magnates
Pedophiles and meth-heads
A rogue gallery of the strange

Everything in neon lights
Glowing like in

blast a flurry past is worry
King of the Rogues gallery leave
You frozen like a pierogi
Striking a pose like Vogue no
One's as valid as me
Scientist

of gravity
I feel my own alacrity
A silhouetting gallery of rogues
Of colours flowering
I feel the weight of gravity
So precious is mortality
The heart just

all start to blur
What was I to do, with nothing left to prove
Except my innocence
Smooth talking with the streetlight haze
In the gallery of rogues

This 
To get those proud of me what Does Rogue
Do it for Mastery not concerned 
With the peanut gallery erupt with Sastficatory
When I die my legacy long

Ranges, rogue not Vogue
Wide G-Wagen, I ride like the Pope
Girls stressed that they can't get a hold of me no more
GRM nominations, I got four awards

didn't stink like chitlins
Need her thick, like Lanvin Laces
Gallery department windbreakers
You fronted on me, now we share the same spaces
Say

to contrive
To decorate your frame of mind
But patterns come out of the royal blue
Renovating all your rooms
With wrongs and rhymes

Waking up in the gallery

Living my life I'm not a random Bloke
Big boy Shogies, rogue not Vogue
Pajeros on call, save the shot like Pope
Gyal stressed they can't holla no more