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Will be bloodshed wen u see the goats head Im hot the Ghost ryder writer ryding on fire Fuk a mobed... Most ya dead... Worshipping da goats feet... Go see.... Instead of sitting der hurting.... For certain The pope name begins with a p I'm not he But like he I'm baptizing u with a tee... Owls see in the night Captizing u in the sea where the liitle mermaids be... See I got better crowns then posseiedom I created Hermes... Designer belt. Aren't ever everlasting there melt in my fire... Where the wind earth air and sea call me.sire... I got goddesses even the animals admire... I'm a ryder A scape goat mountain top mountaineer This fate hoe I'll pop n lock on the mountain top With One will I got no fear Yeah faithfull when u see grazed grass and there's no will u know the goat is near... Hold ur loves one dear... No bambi here... I'm a make my own lightning without the harrp I don't need to be a boyscott to learn how to make a fire start I ain't selling cookies I don't carry no badges I don't need to learn the wilderness i am the will derness... A war hog Surrounded by savages... At war god... My babies out there carriages... We got top degresss See we call that bachulars... We ain't into ur marriages... The fake roots sad as shit... They don't get the water wen it rains... No sun they always in the shade... Wait in to be taken up in the flames... No luck my savages been snacking on there bunnies it's a lions habit To eat on the weak Little fury cute thangs.... In this wilderness... Eating to survive is like heavens bliss... Ya called us animals let's see what the land will do When the sea over take the land and the hunter has to run to the wilderness
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Will 1 be bloodshed wen u see the goats head Im hot the Ghost ryder writer ryding on fire Fuk a mobed... Most ya dead... Worshipping da goats feet... Go see.... Instead of sitting der hurting.... For certain The pope name begins with a p I'm not he But like he I'm baptizing u with a tee... Owls see in the night Captizing u in the sea where the liitle mermaids be... See I got better crowns then posseiedom I created Hermes... Designer belt. Aren't ever everlasting there melt in my fire... Where the wind earth air and sea call me.sire... I got goddesses even the animals admire... I'm a ryder A scape goat mountain top mountaineer This fate hoe I'll pop n lock on the mountain top With One will I got no fear Yeah faithfull when u see grazed grass and there's no will u know the goat is near... Hold ur loves one dear... No bambi here... I'm a make my own lightning without the harrp I don't need to be a boyscott to learn how to make a fire start I ain't selling cookies I don't carry no badges I don't need to learn the wilderness i am the will derness... A war hog Surrounded by savages... At war god... My babies out there carriages... We got top degresss See we call that bachulars... We ain't into ur marriages... The fake roots sad as shit... They don't get the water wen it rains... No sun they always in the shade... Wait in to be taken up in the flames... No luck my savages been snacking on there bunnies it's a lions habit To eat on the weak Little fury cute thangs.... In this wilderness... Eating to survive is like heavens bliss... Ya called us animals let's see what the land will do When the sea over take the land and the hunter has to run to the wilderness