i aint got no more
love of art is plenty good
would.would do you up
banks.checks.many vets
to me the iraq scored me
i went.did ok
just bust a head, b
see if the leaves turn green, brown
uptown, theres a girl
you wanna die here?
look, fear the reaper, get it?
he does.he waits good
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