Down in Charlottesville they fought to kill/ they un-cloaked the truth that the man of the cloth concealed/ I have a hard time figuring which scarier/ living poltergeists or a tiki torch bearer, huh?/ they say caring is sharing so I'll air it/ Our lives been made diuretic with prosthetic/ fake shit on commode, we all porcelain/ ...dolls who cracked from the fall whenever horror's in/ voled-de, stalled-in, Joseph, Adolf/ nein, nein, nein, upside is the H-caust/ less than sign, number 3 when the hate lost/ who-Jew-you-be-lieve when the gate frost?/ my deficit sky high, I can't move/ 'Merica got a 45 it's gone use/ some got heart, some hardly react/ some rev up they Charger, hand out heart attacks/ who got more bars, Prototype or the jail?/ or paralegal novices with service for sale?/ or Grand Master Flash with his furious band?/ or grand wizard Duke with his furious klan?
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