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My cut

Don't go killing and murdering, that's twenty
unless I get my cut then you can kill plenty.
Selling drugs and destroying neighborhoods?
No sir, only I can handle the goods
no sense in fighting for the scraps
I already own most of the traps.
I am God in these lands
nothing is okay unless it's by my hands.
Racism and bigotry are major issues
unless I need some new political tissue
to Frankenstein my campaign,
Only I can cause pain.
You'll need a permit for your permit
but only if I permit you to have it
no sense in letting the wrong people
having weapons except from my steeple.
How many wars have you started son?
I never start something unless it can't be won,
and that's the truth.
Murdering the competition like I'm J.W. Booth
no one gets on my stage without my say so
I am the puppet master don't you know?
I have players and killers you'll never see
but trust me when I say they keep you free.
I mean you no harm,
I just really need to buy your farm
can't have you feeding my people
otherwise they'll be independent sheeple
that no longer need their almighty Shepard
to lead them from the freedom leopard.
Some call me a hypocrite and fraud
but in these lands I am God.
No if ands or buts,
I'll turn a blind eye if I get my cut.
Written by LongTubiFree (JustinSizemore)
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