This is a song about "The blash"

Down the street to the car,

I guzzle up at the bar

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Gotta handle your own

As the king upon the throne

Still the man with the pan

What you talking about? lil man

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

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