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Two hits of the fucking loudpac and closer to the God I'll be. Dawn's quiet sound; and in the background you can just make out 44 million voices screaming, begging with arms outstretched, fucking with me. You‘re right with the God or pretending to be, awaiting some nigga to smoke out your head. These shells know no names. Their targets are already born dead
Lyrics submitted by furyroad97
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