On the wayRaidin the squad, spit a spot to the callinFull blazin hot, matter not, and theyre rollinLast space in the trunk and boot, were stashin venture all inLess mess better drunken dood, ye acidic decodinHigh tide under neat, nippy my skyMight hide from a lull, teal like a fast kiteTime now, let…
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