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| Call me special,
stickman stencil, thin like pencil I’ve got a thumb so I can pick up and use them utensils My credential? I’m prehensile And I may be standing still but my energy has potential Boom! We explode like the Hedgehog sonically Dooma to the goomba when we jump Marionically It’s ethereal....I’m immaterial Some day may face will be seen on a box of cereal I ride with the pride of the lion on the main But you can only know me as I exist upon this plane All the same, what’s my name? You must be joking Upon the pain of death can my true name be spoken In the morning I storm in and swarm without warning Shift shape and rise like the Phoenix from the flame I reign colossal, fueled like fossil Doing the impossible, raising dead as we spread the gospel Of the skinnee to the many it’s a J day Your whack tactics lack it so just pack it like a K-way J’s intended to be splendid when we send it Rip shit up and then we mend it A word to the skeptics and the cynical
Power might, glory omnipotence
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