Behold my friends I am the drug rehab king
Known by all as destroyer of men
Where I came from nobody knows
Faraway place where poppies grow
I come into this country without getting caught
And now everyday I am hunted and sought
Although I remain a peasant of not
I’ll lie and beg until I am caught
The king returns to his drug rehab lair
Not do I search for a vein
while this pain still remains
I heed my own warnings and give it a rest
Not a moment to spare
The drug rehab king is in despair

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