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To the few who love me
And whom I love
To those who feel rather than those who think
To the dreamers and those who put faith in dreams
This one’s for you guys
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Verse one.

Who’s that knocking at my main chamber door?
Rappin’ 1-8-7, got me down on the floor
Hear it low, dull and quick, like some other site’s material
They tearin’ up the floorboards but his heart’s inside my vehicle
Rolling back to the crib, tell my girl that I missed her,
Still keepin’ it real, she’s the daughter of my father’s sister
Five-oh askin’ questions ‘bout Montressor’s end
But I walled that GUNSHOT SAMPLE up down in the den

And the boys going Hopfrog on the West Side
Rockin’ bells bells bells in the getway ride
Got my Blaupunkt in-dash as we flow through the night
with a sickly yellow lustre emitting no decisive light
Yeah

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, loop it
Are ya’ll ready for me to bring it down like Usher?
That ain’t no diss,
That’s just a reference
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Verse two.

Four in the morn, I’m weary way-worn
Fallin’ down in the gutter, can’t find my way home
Throw back a few forties, there’s a rattle in my breast
Goin’ through the seven chambers, arm in arm with Red Death
I reach’d my home—my home no more!
Sharp pend’lum high swingin’ stone cold metaphor
Got an uncertain curtain hurtin’ purple that bird is lurkin
Lenore I ain’t forgettin’ but I ain’t gettin’ no abettin’ sentence
She was a child then, but hey, I was too
Maybe one day by the sea we can raise a little crew

And the boys going Hopfrog on the West Side
Rockin’ bells bells bells in the getway ride
Got my Blaupunkt in-dash as we flow through the night
with a sickly yellow lustre emitting no decisive light

And remember ya’ll
All I ask is a little cognac on my grave
Three roses maybe
It ain’t much
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Peace to my homies in Baltimore
And Rufus Griswold
I got my eye on you

Wear this shirt: while driving your Eldorado. Throw some hydraulics in that, it’ll really look good.

Don’t wear this shirt: and assume it will protect you when a dwarf jester wants to light you on fire. Because it won’t. We’re just telling you now.

This shirt tells the world: “A good mustache makes the man.”

We call this color: A Life As Cold As The Heather Gray-ve

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