Pulp by hemp enumerate quantum wings,
Gaps underlay sweeping life for a cling on the swing,
Cups and dust wishing the old ching ching,
Abrupt chance to harness shillings,
Swapping 'em slags for a bling bling,
Clapped in between a broke scene,
Applaud at a banquet that is serene,
Taps running out of sweet gin,
Sharp sounds emanate whilst I sing,
Warps of distorted guitar strings,
Black ops revering legendary kings,
Lay up jolting up em springs,
Jump man hovers the ring,
Scraps of star dust at the fall of a Virgo sign,
Maps of fury roads fusing a homecoming,
Grasp a grail and pray for the twin,
Champagne squirt washing the duck clean.
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