[Verse 1 Kommunist Kid] Violins, background of violence That sound of giant guns, mad crowd high on dim Prospects of hiring, facts loud most of em nigh on life Pleading annihilate, the bad they drank the Nile rill Run off but fire again Operate under the veil of secrecy Operas made, bout the deals of death to free, mentally a heady breeze Wanting me to water it down, just be a moderate clown But the fodders in town, gotcha daughters grin now Din is hottest in sound with an atomic soul Obamas hope, pales in juxtapose to lottery found Fording, pop the vitriolic vitamins Cant afford to be caressed like Vogons coerced by the dying men
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