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Uh, yeah, what...

This is crazy. If I can rap over this I may amaze me.
I wasn't planning to go mainstream but...
To be blunt I had my face lit up
When Father-of-Death faced me.

And said that he appreciates me!
And my raps aren't super-cheesy? Moderately?
A fairly normal layer of cheese, hey won't you eat?
This mozzarella's pretty tasty.

Rich pastries. Chocolate fondue and whipped cream.
I'm on another sick streak, almost up at sixty!
Without the zero. Go meet me halfways.
You'll be my hero.

Cruising around in my SAAB 9-5 Aero!
Sliding around on my seat wearing out the apparal.
The upholstery sticks to me nosily,
Cause I'm glued to my seat and my sombrero.

Gotta be cool, never do want to be a tool,
I've been doing rebellious acts since 2002
Climbed right into this hotel room through the window
They shouldn't leave those open if they're not indoors!

Ain't that fact? And this is why I'll never make the mainstream rap.

Oh wait take that back!

Uh, yeah, what...

If you ever need to rekindle that long lost hope in humanity!

Second. The second. I reckoned it could be better but
Get done. That's step one. On to the next lesson!
Suppose all of these plosives, are meant to be there and beckon
Snap crackle and pop in your mind till you stop and etch one.

Into your head. A glass shard might be deadly and you'd be dead.
But plosives? Ya'll better get ready to get on the red.
Decibel levels be leveling in my bed, but not when I'm recording,
It's time to plunge the sword in.

( See death! In the eye whites! My hope don't shine bright!
See death! In the limelight! My hope don't like night!
See death! Now in hindsight! How to define life?
Seek death! It's the end of all time, the ender all try )

To escape yo. But you can't, he's got the cape on.
He's Superman. Grim reaper man with the apron.
Always cooking something. Always putting a steak on.
The grill. Don't live for cheap thrills. Death is no fake one.

My idol. All my life he's sat beside me,
Ready to take my life if I've no one better to guide me.
No angel high above me, no parent who does love me,
And snugly tucks me into my covers and maybe hugs me.

( See death! In the eye whites! My hope don't shine bright!
See death! In the limelight! My hope don't like night!
See death! Now in hindsight! How to define life?
Seek death! It's the end of all time, the ender all try )

To get by... but can we immortalize? Can we?
Can be live till Death himself is no more alive than we are?
We'll keep seeking stars, till we one day find,
We're merely the fleeting light they leave behind.

Miles away. Miles, miles, smile okay...
Be with you in a second.

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