And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus
Who knew a pen could be so dangerous,
That they probably be in the closet of old folks
Apparitions of armed archers aside aztec alcoves.
Face other attackers, everyone armed with daggers
Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters
Like a small garage in your backyard
Armed with darkness in my heart,
But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love
Courses through our veins, pain's insane, dangerous,
So many shootings, their streets are armed heavily
But respect is more real, and ambition the key
Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock
No know stop, no gods, armed with a crossbow, the lot.
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