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
How’s our mother to damn these contributors
Rival
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