Windmill man a bomber when it blows all you see is flesh, and bloody armor
remains remained in the sea after their thrown there goes your honor
your a goner fertilizer for the farmer ritual was learned from Rwanda
keep his bones neatly buried in a hole covered by hedges, and stones
the bone-collectors back with a bag over his back pocket full of artifacts known
my infa-red beam shines on devil's domes see me in the cell with a phone
soon as i hit home run for days dimes hit me drawers down head blown
duck these lead poems stacks in basements plus oils for my love jones
he stayed down til' he was elevated above nuetral grounds
a spirit of enlightment garnished his head with a golden ruby filled crown
then he relaxed with knocked-knee latina mami's rubbing his back
writing hand protected by 20 guardsmen that have a fetish to clap
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