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Combustible intellectual

Appropriate professional

I could kill you

Without leaving any evidence that I ever touched you

I think outside of the box

Like a jack-n-abox

Face covered in war paint

And a mind as smooth

as the tracing of a figure eight

Enter at your own risk

Because once you step in

There's no escape

Especially those who look softer than a silhouette of a dessert plate

To the winner the soils

No need to save face

In here surrounding thoughts get out weighed

But in the cage

Murderous intentions take shape

So bring lyrics sharp as razor blades

Or you could lose yourself and your fan base getting ate!

Say grace...