LYRICS
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All my rivals will see what I have instore... my gunI've been har boring fleets in this resevoir... red sunAnd this nations about to explode...You're disciples are riddled with metaphors... well hungBetter pony up and bring both your barrelfulls... not oneAs we release this unspeakable toll...Hows our mother to damn these contributors... whit mud?How will the man who made chemicals difficult... shed blood?Hows our father supposed to be toll?
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