Sunz

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this for them spaced out martians
who make out under bleachers or hallways
and slob face, slob face, crab face inter face
and create more mutants the union
getting stronger they wanna know if the illuminati
exist well shh sit back let me tell you
you got hundreds on you they can smell you
motive do what i tell you, slavery days
i could sell you for equivalent value of a horse
of coarse the ferrari's and the porshe
parked in 3 car garages
imagine what you can find in
a rich mans garbage i treasure it
i'm hotter than what the devil is
wit a head ache this big don't let these bars go
over your head like a halo, rituals
and secret societies got niggas getting paid though
but i make my money from another angle
the option is optional ask why you aint heard about me
and i was popping though
from Jacksonville to Pompano
i was the most poppin yo
the Illuminati don't want me to blow
telling me to sell my soul no

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