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Stronger if possible
Take a crack but be warned: kickback Honking weed zonk you clean, strong this Heraclean Turn you zombie, mole headbonked by the lad leaning over the machine Head honcho so Sir when you address me, be sure to add the right stress Know by my feather headdress and purple poncho who rules the roost, who’s…
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ASSECIAT
They buried me in a hole for two I prepared these routines to amuse you On the table, black back spoon my amuse-bouche I get my orders from a downtown photobooth A name, a place, a pair of new boots Just like that, like shot scared horses, on the move All trace I was there…
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SHITHOLE
In a damp, dank, rank tenement, in my element I’m hellsent, hellbound, and hell bent on stamping out Anyone else selling ground up brown on my stomping ground I key nose spice So good they accept the ridiculous price They score, I get prizes like I hit the high score Sort 20 guys one night…
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SBUR
Always carry a heater Makes things easier These days, likely to get heated A more spiky version of Athena Sometimes, I’ll walk into a meeting bleeding Wincing and leaning, it pools, steaming, until I’m leaving In a sauna on the lower east side and, as kids say, I’m eating Hot in here this evening so…
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MARCHING LARGE ARMIES
Went from sticking to the margins To brazen open marches Through ancient triumphal arches Cavalry no match for my archers Calvary cross back, my last death marches Vinegar bitter when I’m parched You think you lot are getting a bargain You’ve been targeted by my department My bar guests must be barghests with how much…
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