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fuck a basket im a gun case,
smash it like a classic that had the breaks cut then reatached with duct tape/
i must say.. the traffics pretty heavy for a sunday,
then again im headed in the wrong direction down a one-way/
money dont mean shit to me,
like the present state of man and his -story,(history)/
:skip, repeat..you can either call me Mr.E,
or Mr.Z cause there both "dead give aways" and each is a "mystery"/
how far does your vision reach?, what distance isnt seen?,
im sure youve taken notice to the difference in my speech/
baby i'm way out there, maybe one day ill care,
and then ill plan to stay in the planets atmosphere,
but untill that.. im here, spittin blissfuly,
putin it down like a chicken beak gettin seed,
my shit is sicknin' sweet, trick-or-treat pillow sheets,
figured you can the be the cheap zipper,... missin teeth/
