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Rival Lyric |
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All my rivals will see what I have in store My gun I抳e been harboring fleets in this reservoir Red sun And this nation抯 about to explode
Your disciples are riddled with metaphors Well-hung Better pony up and bring both your barrelfulls Not one As we release this unspeakable toll
How抯 our mother to damn these contributors With mud? How will the man who made chemicals difficult Shed blood? How抯 our father supposed to be told?
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