I jump first to die first
Not trying to fall first
My movement's all-hostile
Like postal clerks out of work
Verbally break-dancing
Windmill tongue twisting
Suicide spitting whistling
While I twerk mad cold
Out of my mind berserk
Call me Kirk, I run this Captain
no ship plenty of dirt
gritty and grimy
losing you sesame street lyricist
like Ernie did Bert
Backwards asses exposed
After I pulled out the heart
Before taking off of your shirt
Hoping that you understand
Beyond emotion because
The Truth Hurts Admit It
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