In 2oo4, was my first herse.
Out of joint, the thigh that hurts.
"Jacob I loved, Esau I hated." The twins, what's worse?
With Mr. (Sin)ister, the Apocalypto Beat.
Buried six feet, the pain ain't cheap.
The Romeo n Juliet, my Rae of (Sun)shine, the one with the feat.
With her, I play for keeps, and knowledge is what I seek.
Havin' to Gryff with the Slytherin tip.
Havin (3lue)blood, but this ain't Crip.
As the (3l)ood oxidizes, you see the true hue.
The reflection in the mirror is me times two.
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