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I'll glorify the substance
as much as I need to.
The substance gave substance
to a man with nothing left
and when I got off it
it fuelled my rage to prove
every motherfucker wrong.

Now, not saying I'll pick it up again
I'll look it dead in its hideous eye
To be cool with its use without using
Is the thirteen-fuckin' step.

Cash money is my drug of choice
Its illicit control more entertaining
than anything under the sun
give me fifty grand
watch me control you with it
watch me overcome drug addiction
I'll tear it up by its fuckin root.
Tacete
Written by Tacete (who-isthe-silence)
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