Got so many lefts you begged for a right
Got so many rides you begged for a lift
You are pegged as death on sight
My meeting you your death coincides
Through grille divide I in padre confide
One dies tonight Michael Myers Halloween night type plot
I know Loomis is looming nearby, keeping my tomb hot for Lara Croft
I’m like Fallout 1 I just point and click
Drugs fall out, throw the kitchen sink.
Alchemisland 
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