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Son of dog
Son of bitch
Heksensang song of witch
Witches brew I'm brewing something special for ya if you wish
Pain is an illusion
Overriding who I’m riding with
Slide it clip it inside it stick it
Shiny new survival kit
Dylan coming with diviner science what I blind em with and hit em with a paralyzer
Watch them fall inside a pit
Earth an inconvenience I don't choose to spend my time on it
The sands of time are falling in the hour glass inside of it
Macrodosing secrets of the geometric miter glitch
The secrets of the universe can all fit on a microchip
Chipping off the block and blocking haters Dylan dominant
Dominantly smacking ripping hoes up off my obelisk
I may sing a different song it might come off as ominous
A tone of dread instead right to the head and yes I promise this
As I put you under paralysm spell and watch you twitch
The H-I-M O-G, yes it is me, the wicked doctor witch
The end
Being programmed but still program
That this time and era and time and effort is nothing but programs
Nothing but programs

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