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i's gots nines on my sides
ak's across my back
a bazooka in my pocket
claymores in my pack
i'm ready for war
i've got a settle to score
you'll get shot 30 times
you'll beg no more
i'll stab you in the chest then twist the blade
pull it out then jam in a grenade
scalp your ass give you a fade
right on your forhead i'll lay a spade
this is too easy im used to a war
you chumps step back over there's the door
you best get to walkin unless you want some more
my ammo runs endless so fluid so pure.
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So, if a stranger walked up to you and poured pebble like seeds into your hand and then said, plant them and your harvest can be made into rope cloth or paper, it could help the sick or intoxicate. What would you say?
Would you keep the seeds or chuck them away?
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