It's a fact that I'm ripped with a switch hit stance, flip the switch switch switch
Now we dance through the past with no plans to look back, and we twitch twitch twitch
Got an itch to scratch on the back of the match-book fantasy craft, with a nice new niche
Weapons grade cranium saved uranium, for the swift lift pitch
How much poison must we take in?
Is it a risk?
Am I ever going to be rid of murky distance punching through me with a bronze fist?
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