its the boots on the ground on my rifle on my side my side on my shoulder i got the red dot point at chest on to the h

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its the boots on the ground on my rifle on my side my side on my shoulder i got the red dot point at chest on to the head now u dead big homie were from the oitlawa nation my protection is my eyes in my back of my head been thru alot gotta corr im hustlien in the dirty south with nigga we dirty got cops on road they hating me bc i be making the money takeen there baby mama home them getting the dome and the reverse cowgirl got that pinky clit gushing like the mountain the rush more the flow is the barz like my grill it be trill and my boy ao on the mission im the king the ruler of this castle there no hastle my vocabulary is the only dictator in my head look my boys in the se ditches its cold are and wocked the evilest thing u can imagine im savage the usmc is my home for6 and alway its alway faithfull i got go this to my best bc my heaven father need my soul to to walk on the water to outt the dome we live i im telling listen to its all about the that in ur head u close ur eyes and its a da vince painting it a greatert picture u get to see the free and dear god its red like the blood for the jesus we was all mad of him thy lord dont forget my soul im diving in the shit like its a hole that 6 ft under my shit be like golden throne and im fucking smoke that pirple cuse u and me find in the deep dark hole in the ponds where me and my family the ground filled with th bodys i pileed up with my double edge sorwd my helmets strap tighten my armer is locked in and nothin penetrating my plate of armor its mirror this a plicture u cant explain that why i say the shit in heart thru my soul that shit make a healier a man let the devil out thro my verse paint a golden picter i wanna be richer so i pray for the wistom the streng to push father that what my dady tought me this mf got get on im aerious i got make my pops bc my kid need a father that make the dinner appear on the dinner plate dear father god save me my head hurt i need the bandaids of my gashes from the lashes o telling that and thrord on head gonna hurt when u banish from the golden hope i dont see in my promise land bc if u my enemy the serpand amd shit uve never sine in my artisanal please get outta here bc my drack get hungry for ir cerebral head that she u gone be feed to my pig never see bye u dead mru and ya whole life im erase out the history books and im to roam like a ghost haunt ya when u in hell

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