rims ride on the sins, rolling deep within, pride is one of the seven, slide, to the left or the right it's 11:11, he off ends, the con descends, the contestant detests the whole contest that's at his own behest, resents even being tested, calls Bluffs, arrested but has the key to the cuffs, all this stuff, becomes clutter my mother is a mudder I'm up counter puncher, or at least I got a hunch about her, dressed up but so messed up that I can't take her out anywhere, come with me to debeers, pick a ring and some gloves love, Underneath It All But somehow directly above, I set my Dove free and if it comes back to me it's a rope-a-dope bar of soap, 
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