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"When we have shuffled off this mortal coil."

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Buckethead - Soothsayer

DISTROS AND MISTROS

theres a lot of toxicity in this toxic city

There is a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us out flat some time or other

Until Makaveli returns its all eyes on me

WITHOUT A WINK OF SLEEP

he had the face like a benediction

by a small-sample we may judge the whole piece