ambulance damage
comin out the planet
like your face out a cannon
killin flies at the galleria
cold step to diarrhea
malaria beats at the wilderness forest
illness up all your grillness
the stillness
motherfuckin energy billness
a person just killed us
living in a building
on the outskirts of consciousness
i stole this wheelbarrow
and we sold it for a pile of dust
wilderness trust
on the microphone is crust
so like damn
how you like me back then
back when
my head was attached to a whale
attached to fail
destined to make it hail
my shit is now on sale
you just ran out of hit points, bitch
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