Field plant the roses for fallen soujla's arrows fly in the mist
I held the bow mug-shots for the flow smoking gun shit
my rage a cometh destructive manuscripts, and blue-prints
fuck shooting and selling bricks guard your melon missed
mighty swift carnegie hall ripped pulled the honey doll
with the golden skin-tone booty worthy of a call
answer no questions it's trifle in my section
i ate mills no detective detection
see the pretty pearl handle? feel the shot connection
close the doors light the fire inspection
ruined your hi-fi connection computer lesson
storm the desert with a guerilla rebel weapon
head band for rocking leather gloves for the smith n' wessun
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