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 ill throw hot ashes...on ya face/Burning you...all over the place/
 Melting ya eyes...so it runs down ya cheeks/
 Ya skin peeling off..Showing that ya just weak/
 It just burns you alive...ya running around in flames/
 Till you fall over just roasting burnt to a crisp, and they say im sane/
 
 Next Weapon-- a wheel
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