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lucky as a duck oh shucks pop the clutch dutch braids pullin out the blades sprain bullets like raid this isnt real grab the wheel spraying bullets like raid laid in Botticelli im from hells underbelly merry Christmas bitches with grimace i burry all enemies dig this melody i need therapy and antipsychotics driven exotics payin it out of pocket call me rocket boy making omelets out you toys lucky as a seven sayin no confessions i guess i haven't learned my lesson gun resin and open caskets bodies wrapped in plastic big money gotts ta have it it habit splitin lanes no traffic laced out in Balenciaga drinking vodka with the devil himself onload the shells ring the bells fron hell