Death maps, in a lion's sense, alliances, are made by riff-raff,
Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass
With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there
Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,
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