The target to get inside of the bank
An apostrophe
Not present in the work
They say beggars can’t be choosers But that ain’t our aphorism
We’re our very own rulers
We used to be the cops of the block, but we breaking right in
Ironic
To gift them some gold from our kin an oxymoron
And if you ain’t one, you know this an extended metaphor
Now you wonder why would cops go rogue? Well our past kin didn’t and they were culled. Jim Lon Hob and the rest just did nothing and now they just apostrophes on our roll
Aftеr looking at this list of our past friends
We went and madе our own aphorism
Any challenge that we J double R would take would be nothing in our missions
An ambulance trying to kill us ironic
But we wouldn’t have any issues in flipping it cause we know we be plutonic we be too fast just call us sonic
We heroes at the same time some villains oxymoronic but we know what our mission is we be harmonic we breaking into that bank so full of knowledge and dropping in batches gold coins
The target to get inside of the bank
An apostrophe
Not present in the work
They say beggars can’t be choosers But that ain’t our aphorism
We’re our very own rulers
We used to be the cops of the block, but we breaking right in
Ironic
To gift them some gold from our kin an oxymoron
And if you ain’t one, you know this an extended metaphor
The plan the plan what is the plan, Lets break it down
Great uncle Sam a week ago they gave us a bomb, An apostrophe yes, they gave it to Ron, And its tickin and tickin away, about to blow as we speak in this way, Hey, get to the point, your aphorisms time is money in this joint Aight
Well the bomb gonna go in the place that I know that gon make it go blow and go save this banco
That be ironic cause no one will be blown to pieces like we in some comic, Rambo, the hole itll make will be big enough so we can take all our gold through and complete our goal, than we intruders will be like your family giving you gifts
Oxymoron cuzzo you better be ready we coming like Freddy
Your dreams gon be full of all of this spaghetti, Your banks gon remember the things we be planting
The words and the phrases we out here just panting, And when the doctor wants the money you look in the bank and just say honey
I got all the gold you want oh its enchanting
The target to get inside of the bank
An apostrophe
Not present in the work
They say beggars can’t be choosers But that ain’t our aphorism
We’re our very own rulers
We used to be the cops of the block, but we breaking right in
Ironic
To gift them some gold from our kin an oxymoron
And if you ain’t one, you know this an extended metaphor
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