Lyrics

Rival

All my rivals will see what I have in store, my gun
I've been harboring fleets in this reservoir, red sun
And this nation's about to explode

Your disciples are riddled with metaphores, well hung
Better pony up and bring both your barrelfulls, not one
As we release this unspeakable toll, woo

(?) simple cry
(?)

Hows our mother to damn these contributors, with mud?
How will the man who made chemicals difficult, shed blood?
How's our father supposed to be told? Huh!
I am told
I am told

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