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Downlod dis, n evil curs dis, sendin da computr crashin virus
With lyrical pain, you glorify yourself in vain, n still im tireless
Wait,click n send death, open, no strings attachd on my wireless
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Let God speak for the underground Psalm 49 16-17
16 Do not be overawed when a man grows rich when the splendor of his house increases
17 For he will take no thing with him when he dies, his splendor will not descend with him
18Though while he lived he counted himself blessed - and men praise you when you prosper-
19 He will join the generation of his fathers, who will never see the light of life

20 A man who has riches without understanding is like the beasts that perish