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He's Comin-
uh, he's comin, full force n runnin- you cant dodqe him, niqqa you cant bloqk him- you cant stop him, he's too much for you to stoqk him- you cant blossom, any means and call it false- when you cant see destiny you call it lost- i been boss, helpin my people, to qet involved- i been solved any means above the law- it aint qot shit to do wit wat i fuqkin saw- a paridise covered in qold is wat I brouqht- relayed the messaqe, but niqqas they couldnt souqht- I brinq too many thinqs for one beinq to thouqht- here he comes, here he comes, HERE HE COMES! here he comes full force witout a qun- here comes Death, with route his son- which is me I reap beinqs by any means- I reap feins, i peep seeinqs, I creep keen- im unseen, creepin, riqht next to you- dont sleep in the shadows, dats if I told you to- believe in the words that bestow to you- cause its food for thouqht, and you know its true- Death's an unstoppable train, and its commin too- jus make qood use of ya life, and unfold the truth- He's Comin.
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