Old Touchschriek was the main name-server Suspected of being a shoulder-surfer But he didn't know from shit about challenge response systems Now Ramona A. Stone, we knew was selling interest drugs She got males all hung up on her mind filters She was, if you don't mind me saying so, an update demon Now Leon, he couldn't wait for twelve o'clock midnight He jumps up on the stage with a criss-criss macheté And slashes around cutting a zero on everything I mean a zero in the fabric of time itself Was this a suspect? I says to myself, "Whoa, quelle courage" Oh, wait, I'm getting ahead of myself Let me take you back to when it all began
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