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Just your typical nursery rhyme. Lyrics: Silly Billy really killing villains with evil feelings And trillin on a mandolin, poppin pills and chillin in the evenings Steven the beaver: Beefin' beasts in middle eastern streets on the east side of the priesthood People peeped a pepper Peter Piper pecked and pickled Freckles on his little schmeckel wrecking little devils Pebble-throwin' feeble-minded pecker-heads Silly Billy's still a willy-nilly wilin' out on hilltops Chillin' with a chilly chili pepper-poppin' pill drops Flippin' floppin' flip phones, ringin' up a crypt gnome Whisperin' to whiskered lizards livin' in a drip dome Billy's brother Philly really silly like milli-vanilli Stackin' snacks on hacky sacks Attackin' with Billy Villain fillin' Philly's full of chili from a grillie While a pigeon on a mission drops a message from "The Silly" Slickin' back his quacky hair Attackin' Jack the Cacklin' Bear Barely made it back from there But found a stash in a dragon lair Dare to dance with pants on fire Liar liar, wire snare Heistin' out the ice cream truck with Uncle Chuck who just don't care Mandy the bandit branded with candles Handed a sandwich of mayonnaise scandals Standin' in sandals on granite with vandals While grandmas with hammers dismantle the panels Oh snap Billy's back at it with static Radioactive acrobatics get graphic Clappin' at rappers with rats in their jackets Hackin' the hackers who slack on their packets Steven the Beaver's a dreamer, believer Receivin' subpoenas from peanut deceivers Breakin' the beakers and freakin' the teachers While preachers are screechin' for leeches to reach us Back to Billy, he's willy-nilly grillin' the griddle Fiddlin' riddles while scribblin' drivel on Skittles Runnin' with rebels who wrestle with devils Lobbin' the pebbles with treble-tone echoes "Pepper" Peter Piper still picklin' peppers, Pickpocketin' profits from underground lepers Kept in the spectrum where skeptics are steppin', Tappin' on tablets while rabbits are preppin' Out on the east side of priesthood retreats The beasts in the streets are just lookin' for eats Steven and Billy be silly, but really, They're beefin' with people that peck at the chili Schmeckel-wreckin' devils Rebels meddlin' in levels Bevelin' edges of badges for badgers of medals. Cacklin', crackin' the back of a satchel Ratchetin' cats with a hatchet, no hassle Billy done dipped to a crypt on a cliff Sippin' on a drip of sarsaparilla swift Liftin' the lid on a casket of mischief Where ghosts play guitar riffs that shatter the myth Back to the scene Philly's still fillin' the grill with the chili while laughin' and chillin' Steven's on FaceTime with Spacetime McGrillen They plot to rewire the sun for a shillin' At the end of the saga, the fog got thicker The click of the ticker made everyone snicker Billy, Philly, Steven, and Mandy Ridin' a rickshaw through lands made of candy The preachers are preachin' The leeches are leechin', The pigeons are snitchin' The witches are screechin'. Silly Billy really feelin' like a legend of lore With his name carved in flames on The Devil's front door Johnny the Fox in a box with a Glock Hopscotch on a hot block dodgin' the cops Riddlin' rats in a battlin' match, While snatchin' the keys to a hatchback latch Rosie the Raccoon, ruthless and reckless Necklace of diamonds she lifted from Texas Mixin' her potions with notions of magic Flippin' her flasks for the lost and the tragic Billy met Johnny at dawn in the alley, Plot twist, they're swappin' the loot in a rally Steven's the driver, the vibe's gettin' spooky Mandy's in back playin' cards with a Wookiee Clashin' with factions of action-pack fractions Jackin' up stacks while they're crackin' contraptions Runnin' from drummers who thump on the thunder Dodge every strike like a (tragic) Ridin' with a Rosie She's a ruthless and steady To outwit the fox in a plot all grim and deadly As she's trailin' on the trails bitty breadcrumb of lies And she be watchin' shadow figures in the middle of the night The gang in the rickshaw escapes in the mist They practice the art of The Way Of The Fist Echoes of combat still ring in the air War-cries of triumph that fracture despair Twistin' dimensions Ascension of legends Conventions get shredded like pensions of reverends Shatterin' ceilings of cosmic constraints That are floodin' the temple like luminous saints Billy the villain, now chillin' with billions Fulfilling the prophecy of the reptilians With cryptic engravings from glyph-covered stones And the whispers of kingdoms once lost to the bones With a flick of the wrist, he enlisted the mist Cryptic linguistics in twisted ballistics Of wrecked lists of records that orbit the globe And the secrets unravel from tomes long ago As light whispers from fissures That shimmer in slivers And rivers of silver deliver the shivers Through veins of the world that are pulsin' a war pulse And molten and bright when the current of fortune erupts Steven's the schemer with feverish dreams Threads of the ether get sewn at the seams Fabric of fate in the palms of his hands Stretchin' and bendin' the laws of the lands Rosie's in platinum with tendrils of Antrum Still finna' roar while she's meltin' the lanterns Shadows her stage as the embers burn dim Her silhouette onset on edges and rims Johnny the Fox in the vortex of clocks Unlocks every lock with a paradox box Turnin' the cogs that rewind every scene Fadin' from red to a deep evergreen Harmonic euphonic The chronic mnemonic His logic's too toxic for optics to tonic Cypher in circuits that coil like a vine Glitched in the code of a timeline divine Their rickshaw ascends through the ends of the map Where then they can't overlap synapse gaps Trailin' the echoes of dusk-painted streams Navigatin' mazes of faraway dreams Billy, the scribe of a bramble-born fable Sits at the head of a shadow-cast table Dealin' the cards from a deck made of ash Silhouettes flicker with each subtle flash Legends of misfits with cryptic inscriptions Ecliptic predictions in mystic depictions Scribes of the dusk who revise every tale Reforge the stories that weather the gale The preachers are speechless, the leeches retreat The pigeons are twitchin' as flames lick the street Glowin' graffiti in ultraviolet Prophets of pavement rewrite the quiet A skyline ignited with ultraviolet The "riot in quiet" gets caught in the pilot Flames lickin' clouds in a violent spire Reflections of chaos that dance on the wire Billy the kingpin, the ringleader profound With echoes of echoes that echo around Layered like verses in metronome cycles His name like a sigil on towers of bibles No crown for the clown who burned down the town But a throne made of stone from the bones of renown Court of the restless where echoes converge Whispers of ballads that endlessly surge The epic concluded in grandeur and gore With his name etched in flames on The Devil's front door Calligraphy scorched in the embers of night A legend of mischief engraved in the lightmore