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WARNING: For All Opposers...
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Vicious with lyrics…They seem to just reach out and grab fools
I stab dudes…Piercing voodoo pins, and curse them with Taboo
Mack snags you with slugs and creep through you organ’s highway
They fly dude north, turn and take a dive, and enter you head sideways
My games are played to kill, taking care of the worthless ones
The field of play, no surroundings, ground full of turf and guns
Earth them sons and daughters of the ones who lost or gave up
The ones that knew they were dead as soon as the lead or blade struck
Who want war? Guerilla tactics are for pussies, stand up and die
Leave cats swollen up, laying in a corner dead, duck taped and tied
Mistakes of life, don’t make them, at least while around the militia
Revolution of the wishers, we created your image, Get the picture?
- Signed Black Magik
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