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never was one who could fight the funk
so he folded up his clothes and he packed a trunk,
a snack, a lunch and headed for the heart of the slump
sprayed shots from his tongue at the start of the bump
bump
boom-bap. set his tooth as a trap.
only fighting chance to get his youth back
but the reaper, she creaped, uh, gave him two smacks
a believer, his fever caused him to lose track

posted by adam @ 4:31 PM