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Somebody accused me of stealing from the flower shop the other day 

Indeed, i was offended 

For just around that time i was at the butcher's market cutting shrimp

Just kidding

I wasn't cutting shrimp

i was cutting up your throat

To give to you my voice

I don't know why they insist 

In accolading my ways

I am a part of the butcher's team, i cut up my meat and don't worry about the kit

I throw it upon the people as I laugh

I like to take unsound strolls and get drunk, 

Constantly getting ticketed for my vicious ways