The thirty six degrees of preparation
don't even dirty the zert's kicks,
so let's start out with six degrees of separation
whereupon the grid we took a set vacation...
Aside...
Agiin, like a cold case of lackadoin'ism
beginning with a wick as if it were
the commencement of breakfast
but let me wake fast
and blast to the past
whereupon we stick it out
to fix it up, givin' the thick of the friction,
but when you "get it" to the contradiction
like we the English lexicon diction
mixing in on some
of this sixer on our swerve shit, son
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