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'Hold your breath, folks!', " This one's not about butterflies. #thebilderberggr oup #savethechildren #DNCLeak2 #CrookedHillary #ElitePedoRing #ChildTraffickin g #LittleLivesMatt er #LolitaExpress #SatanicRitualAb use #PedoLeaks #PodestaEmails #SaveOurWorld #SpiritCooking #TwitterGate #DrainTheSwamp #SaveTheKids #WikiLeaks #WeakElite #BestaPizza #PedoFiles #PizzaPosse #CometPingPong #MKUltra #BringDownTheRin g #PodestasPizza #FuckTheNWO #CheesePizza #pizzagate #fakenewsComet Will make your children scream Comet Don't buy the ping pong thing Comet You'll gag and vomit So go to comet And stomp it TodayImagine rumor had it I was touching kids How long before the badges Would come kicking in my lid What kind of holy Magic Would excuse the things I did Or the emails that I blasted With code words known to fibs Would you look at all my static And just as quick forgive If I proudly wasn't Catholic Or some other silly rib Would you finally call it tragic If I didn't conveniently live In a city where the standards Say the guilty should be hid Those voted into cabinets More than like to slip Their bone that's beyond plastic A fleshy colored stick While it always rains on Travis The umbr-ella's grip Comes only in left handed The right is turning tricks Their methods concidered classic But the Internet still lifts Their outreach to the planet It's all in the documents For if this leaves you feeling stagnant It's because you must admit Kids are like power magnet Attractive only to the sickBut back to the top To the question I asked Would death by cop Touch someone half black As quick as the kettle drops The card when called that Burning the crops While destroying the facts Would metaphors prop Up pics of the past Showing the lop- Sided love of first class The government mop That Cleans up when the glass Of milk finally flops And though only filled half Way it's a chop To the back of the calf That hobbles the hop Of those who laugh last Connecting the dots Would you actually ask Why do Yagers say gots When they're supposed to say has Who's tying the knots What's holding us back How come the have-nots Seem to have Heather Flack If my wings call the shots It's time turtles attack Where do Shredders stop When the pizza's a trapWhy aren't we required To research a crime When those who conspired Are pros in the lime Light and their tires All covered in grime Are cleaned then admired Once there's been enough time For the best jewish writers To deliver a dime Then the blame goes to fires Or a maybe pipelines Or desiease, your desire Is played by the nine or ten-o-clock liars Working for fines Reading the wire They lurk in the Pines The hurts undercover But see between lines Podesta and brother Have the Clinton's behind They're no curse after mother It's children they find Who's bread to be wonder Who's Blood tastes like wine Let no man put asunder Try to redefine My word coming under These damaging rhymes And since Lightning and thunder Are nothing devine Comet can't plunder When the stars aren't aligned"

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