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Hell's Messenger

アーティスト:Jedi Mind Tricks  アルバム:The Thief And The Fallen 

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I don't leave nothing to chance, it's no one to guess And I play everything real close to the chest The 2016 Range Rover is next And I walk through the Valley of Death with no stress Marvelous money to murder y'all, gold bullion Fifty dudes, parkside, killers wear skully on That's the glass table that I'm putting your medulla on Black trees, black ski mask, black uniform The shiny black .45 is my bitch 'Cause I understand that nothing in the world is a gift Ain't no magic what I'm doin', ain't no Merlin in this The stupidity the reason Donald Sterling exist (you stupid fuck) I was eating pills with Van Morrison in Gloria At the Waldorf Astoria, called shorty up If you're looking for a father figure, call Maury up You a Dr. Seuss rapper, made the whole story up Who the one that always gotta drink? That's me! Always getting thrown into the bing? That's me! The one that always holding all the hammers? That's me! Who run up in the club and go bananas? That's me! Who the one that always gotta drink? That's me! Always getting thrown into the bing? That's me! The one that always holding all the hammers? That's me! Who run up in the club and go bananas? That's me! Oyster Perpetual and bottles of Chandon Everything you thought that existed is long gone Waiting on an opium shipment from Hong Kong Y'all approach to what we created is all wrong


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