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I CANT SEE THA HUMOR WHEN A MAN DROPS, THATS A WASTED FUTURE
CAUSE DEATH IS COMMING BUT IF YOU STRAPED IT WILL BE HERE SOONER
CONSISTS OF RUMORS
THA FIGHT BREAKS U CANT HESITATE
CLOSED FATE CLOSED CASKETS AND YELLOW TAPE
THESE FELLOWS HATE I DRY MY TEARS AND FACE MY FEARS CAUSE EACH LYRIC IS LIKE A BULLET JUST PIERCED UR EARS