Who's better? them never, lo sweaters
And my guns are directors
Artillery weak with guns
Guess they ran out of options
Where the thing is amazing
Guns blazing, hells raising
And even when you crabby, obey all seasons
Not caring for lives, only profit and guns
Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed
Hot whips somethin cold on my feet
Where you welcome to problems
Packing guns, n' tackling bums.
Without the sound of guns
That was my influence
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