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Qui¢K §¶iT This primate is irate Ready to annihilate Because my brain Is in blind rage I've slipped on a dry stage Blood moon in the 'sky phase' Grammar is what I ate Because I hate Another lie trait Smothered in 'try bait' On a white plate Placed on a wide slate I guess that's my fate I'm forever spitting 'Cause that's how I hydrate I'm thinking that my wifes late So I drive off into the highway Then I drive straight A deep breath is what I take Death becomes what I fake Dammit, I gotta migraine Feels like my right eye strained I despise pain Although I comprise gain For all the demons Thats I've slain Eric lee has incredibly Written potently legibly But that's why 'I' reign Supreme spit is my bane Linguist like a Mantis Yet fly low, like I'm Crane I've surprised pain When I surmised strain Was a part of achievement Thus, I've supplied veins Even when I've strained Thus I train Poetic eye train Pessimism Is what I drain Im an alien guy brain That has despised rain So I pull on the 'cry reins' I'm temporarily deprived gain So then Im forced To momentarily 'contrive game'! ~SkTzO~