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Ders a real mean mon going round
Hittin' you right onto da ground
Blunt Force Trauma To Da Lungs
I be seein' kush in da blood
homicide
Got me a nice blunt

Baked in sweet keef an' the sun

i smoke er up,

when im on the run
keef bless
Went down to the river

Some Alaskan Thunder ****

Growing all around
Bought me a swisha

Rolled 'er into a fat blunt

Smoked 'er all alone

I be aving me a sad swisha
anyone in tdot wanna reach

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