Texty:
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on white, it's tight from bumper to bumper, can't touch this For a little more juice, I supercharged it Yeah, his ride's tight but ain't tight like mine

familiar ringtone from my phone It's my bitch texting me telling me don't come home I'm thinking damn should I text back, why me My phone starts ringing it's

All men young or old in the end it's what we after Even my grandpappy's happy, he got prescribed viagra {Grandaddy, grandaddy What's up? What's up? It's

experiments continue all through the night The doctors proceed with their tests Death is examined inside and out until the world's convinced There's no tomorrow

is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten

If this is violence, then violent's what I gotta be If you investigate you'll find out where it's comin' from Look through our history, America's the

is on So you train by shadow boxing, search for the truth But it's all, but it's all used up Break open your million dollar weapon And push your luck

to hoops, that's us, like namin' emcees and Boostin' brought the news. run through wussy pussy (...? ...). there's the Predator, rhymes to better ya, blah! where's

it was a dream He eats the heart of your wife And rips her cunt inside You know now it's your turn The others have already died Now he's close to you