But i defend the civil liberties
My bitches brighter always saying lights please
"don of war" what? it's more like the "don of suckin dick,
I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick
You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick
The final war of the whack and sick
Torn apart, taken by storm, blow the war horn/
Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm
Walk into my room thinking how to make moves
The holy war, the spiritual troops
Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus
In that case we can paint the art of war with your esophagus
War crimes, we sacrificial lambs for the slaughter
I was alerting her just to reinsert in her
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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