Rival
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Lyrics
All my rivals will see what I have in store My gun ♪ I've been harboring fleets in this reservoir Red sun And this nation's about to explode ♪ Your disciples are riddled with metaphors Well-hung Better pony up and bring both your barrelfulls Not one As we release this unspeakable toll ♪ (Every grain of sand equals) (All the stars and everyone) ♪ How's our mother to damn these contributors With mud? How will the man who made chemicals difficult Shed blood? How's our father supposed to be told?
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:38
- Key
- 8
- Tempo
- 143 BPM