Flawless-est
Jonny's something flawless.
Cause I'm not falling
I'm the opposite of August.
Nothings stopping profit
from residing in my pocket
Sike, I'm broke as pasta
before diving in its haunt of hot water
Retard fighters
Or armed robbers
The verb you use
For burglar dudes
That stride into apartments in the night,
Something wasn't right,
Ponder now
your conscience lit
as parliaments,
Honest it's,
Obvious
The robber was the flawlessest.
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