Macromantix, the scorch

Thanks supporters, don't you regret she

Furns of the rappers presenting the green heat

He heaping on the giggler tapness

A tickle in the slap, we're all marigalers out

Scratch my back, come on, yes, scratch yours

A bright white light, and jet black cloth

Step back, y'all, this bored towards Catholics

Unbut the sneaker, the sound waves cause traffic

Talked medicine to lose it

They rumour based who's recent shake, who lose to make

Loose to seven, say peanut sauce

She comes forth in the feet of pause

Three love-laws cut lemon, he sneaked it

Speak sweet, cut without melanin

Grifuses, macromantra, phantom, florillus

Presence is felt like a power of science

At closes, macromantrs, no to cool

It's dri sth-g you oh well

Not some caterpuorses

Bufferies and rock the insane

Scorso's

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