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Come wit it now |
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Come wit it now |
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The microphone explodes, shattering the molds |
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Either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha fuck off tha commode |
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Wit tha sure shot, sure to make tha bodies drop |
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Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-op |
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Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of tha power dons |
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That five sided fist-a-gon |
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Tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets bigger |
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Triggers cold empty ya purse |
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They rally round tha family with a pocket full of shells |
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They rally round tha family with a pocket full of shells |
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They rally round tha family with a pocket full of shells |
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They rally round tha family with a pocket full of shells |
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Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes |
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Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal |
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I walked up tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library |
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Line up to tha mind cemetery now |
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What we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an movin' |
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They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'em |
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Arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells |
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Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells |
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Rally round tha family with a pocket full of shells |
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They rally round tha family with a pocket full of shells |
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Rally round tha family with a pocket full of shells |
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They rally round tha family with a pocket full of shells |
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Bulls on parade |
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Come wit it now |
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Come wit it now |
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Bulls on parade |
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Bulls on parade |
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Bulls on parade |
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Bulls on parade |
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Bulls on parade |
