i watch you hold it above your head. a web of broken shatters up. it all collapsed as you clasped your own little piece of nothing you claim as your own. bite off your foot now. you chump. bite off your foot for a little something to claim as your own. finally your little trophy. try to buy back the freedom you sold so quick. you chump. you're chomping on what's mine. your practice perfected by practice. there's implications to your imitations. you got your art down to a science. you broke my art down to a science. turn your back on your stagecoach and sale away. you don't tickle my gut with your pennyluck. ugly abe ain't nothing.
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