This has to be done
Not tomorrow, not day after
Not next month, or next year
The time is not near
The time is here
(right fucking now)
We're going to round these fuckers up
Put them on their knees in a dirty playground
The line will go for miles and miles
But we have the time
All these rhymers
Free flow junkies
Dying old timers
Iambic pentameter monkeys
What you loved has finally found you, motherfucker
Now it's going to kill you all
Steel will fill your head till your thoughts leak out
It will beat you to death with a fucking dictionary
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that's all i have to say.
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