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Mar 2019
-apocalyptical-
a block an set or ten or two who knows
because when this blows bc its rockin mother earth
this hit gonna hurt
by far the worse
ain no slavery comparing reality
finally to where i put you in your misery
today ain a game its no mystery
i live in the land of liberty an they tryna **** me
so in thy name i shall reign an rank higher then anyone ever seen
they already called me some other super being
a biblical king
they didnt write this **** down over night
it went **** an the ships landed
a matrix an glitch, switch, an a trade
new life a vision bright an on a screen fake technologies
bring this ***** back to the ice age
digress a magnitute 100 quake
when the pit shakes everyone will be shook
youre done you just died
i own your soul
i spit on you youre hexxed
you're going to hell with me an no coming back
im big zack
give the ***** a heart attack
got a stack an rack all wrapped in tape
double wide on the highway with bricks in the kitchen
this hit ain missin
i already miss you
so PLEW
THE DON
Written by
ZACK GRAM  M
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