Zachary Buck Hultman
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Where is the lasagna?
Master through it out for no reason
Half a trey, wasted venison
Dying of hunger on the streets if I went runnin'
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How sleep, revolution beneath your feet
Spinning sqeeks, testing not just for the weak
Andrew gets away wit rape in his sleep
Hit em up, never even hear a peap
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The Buddha's Loyalty
Mine is nothing, nothing I own
Of i am nothing, nothing i am of
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When I smoke that weed
That boosts creativity
I don't find myself wanting to talk to humanity
I don't sell my soul instead I speak to God, you see
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Hold on, smokin' Motor City Madness
God most high exhulting I am was written
Fitchin for musk, catch a Facsh minus stache
Tesla owes me a custom made terror fade
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Mr. Smith did you know that once in a
Far off Universe in some distant galaxy
In another time in the future twice
Long ago and in the middle ages
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Sonnet 25
Mommy and Daddy murdered Santa Clause
For spying on them, misbelieved in him,
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Clock strikes midnight, ten years since between thighs
Tell you every girl to get this told fibs
To Buck, said virgin, wife, be with me, lies
Wait every day, hopeful, no show, brain fizz
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You never tried to contact the police
'Contacted cops daily in confidence.'
'We Know, Popo's choice, ignore rape screams.'
Why do you perceive rape screams are amiss?
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Last meet, 'I understand' wit bridge nose pinch
Saying your actions are sexual abuse
Before you tried to continue wit your inch
Appoint new person, now preposterous
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Masters daughers can't smell or taste, Covid
Other daughter locked in with her all week
Still workin, meat packn, lives endangerin
Prostitution, enslavin, penny pinchin
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Give pasma blow ganja cure trauma, Ja
Forget Barisma, quick act like you're sleeping
I'm not famous, national threat likeness
My pain flows away, into a new stream
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Objects in mirror may appear older then the year
Paused time on a dime on to many rhymes
2020 you'll see me clear
Countin rings around my spine
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Is it August?
Born again or so I thought
30 in 3 days
I know it won't feel like my birthday
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My oneness with Jesus brought me back
Had to resurrect em before I could believe
Fairy tails were crafted from a young age
One day they said we don't believe
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Aligned with space instead of form
Renew your consciousness and balance your dome
Off 2 Space forget your dense home
You'll be free from stressed clones
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Because you are a cannibal
Breathing my spirit
Eating my flesh
Drinking my blood
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Zachary Buck Hultman Biography
Born into slavery for the Pro Money Religion on September 12th,1989, Zachary Buck Hultman was kept in slavery by the Pro Money Religions successful extermination of the free exercise of the religious practice of following God and not money. Even though America was said to have legal free exercise of religion the monetary beliefs of every major sacred texts were not allowed to be practiced because of a forced practice of making money in order to live as an equal citizen to the Pro Money Religious Members. Thereby continuing the elimination of the consciousness of the major religious leaders of history from not being treated as equal citizens to those whom follow Money. Before Zachary was born he taught Tupac Shakur how to mentally time travel in his mothers womb. After birth in Sunday School preparing, teaching, and resurrecting Jesus Christ. Zachary during his life was promised by three girls marriage but after consummation they never talked to him again without giving a reason. This combined with being child molested twice in Sunday School, the attempts to rape him in Sunday School, and the slavery for the Pro Money Religion and the active support of all of these by the American Government, having contacted them 1000's of times with no response, has resulted in severe PTSD and several other psychological disorders. All this has yet to stop him from continuing his fight for the equality of freedom of religion. An American hero and Christ's Commander and Chief who is by himself attempting to legalize the free exercise of religion.)
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Where Is The Lasagna?
Where is the lasagna?
Master through it out for no reason
Half a trey, wasted venison
Dying of hunger on the streets if I went runnin'
Chili's spoiling on the counter, where were you then?
Forced to hunt for him again and again
Blow my brains out, more will be livin'
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