Drop the instrumental no need to get sentimental mix it up oriental,
Spitting gold that's blessed and seep through your chest what a mess - have you felt it yet? Absurd adverbs adding punch to wicked verbs slap the minds eye for attempting to see through the design you can't penetrate an empty shard you retard slipping up through the cracks grinding on hot tracks,
Director acting like you have scissors and shit you don't call cut when the bass picks up hotstepping onto the platform.
