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the crippled pimp Watch me as I walk the streets each step like Santa Claus, a secret. Stuck in the vibe, life on repeat, ignite the moves in your feet. I don't want to set the world on fire, moving down the line, like eclectic wire. Watch it burn around me. Vietnamese water baptized, like Achilles. I was thrown across the world, I guess I feel because it's simple. I was born with a limp, I walk these streets like a crippled pimp. Feel the fortune fire blaze, fuel the fantastic feminine craze. Stop like signs do tell, take the flaming world and throw it harshly into a frozen well. 22