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- Oct 2, 2012
what happened to him
Wit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heaven quickly
I ain't *****, so I won't allow you to ever **** me
I know these greaseballs, wonder how could they ever stick me
But I move, like the President through town
Wit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidential crown
Wit a handgun, to send these cowards to Heaven quickly
I ain't *****, so I won't allow you to ever **** me
I know these greaseballs, wonder how could they ever stick me
But I move, like the President through town
Wit stones the size of earrings, in my Presidential crown
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