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He must be off his rocker, got the chopper in his lockercock it, let it go {pow} turn these fruits into some vegetablesex and oh, semi-loaded up, bitch I'm surgicalyour head explodesyour chest get opened up, like convertiblesyou now experiencing vertigothis that in the dungeon, hermit flownow it's gettin personalsharpen swords soldiers like I'm percivalchill with richard branson, smoking blunts inside the terminalvirgin air, phone ain't getting service theremurk um if a person speak a word or starenobody move, leave these bitches bloody bruisedhere to murder me, you, your momma, and your cousin tooit's nothing new, simply we don't fuck with youthis the stroke of a geniuslight the smoke then go float with a phoenixI'm walking by humbly, looking pretty troublingit's all good they don't notice I'm Jesus
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