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Act Of God Dirty Worms

in flesh dirty worms They don't have laws The people the fucked mob They have no allies only foes They despise power of nature Hold sacred only the dead god

tied, face mine's and make God clones We can manufacture medicine cut into 5-digit slide clock the essentials in (I'll be a bill collector) My destinies resting with red worms

Hart] I'm telling you, that's the truth. My wife has nothing to do with it. She won't hurt a worm. Not even a worm. Until I fired the first shot, then

testin, second-guessin, who's 'fessin? Life is a lesson in disguise like a blessin Blinkin, kickin, better back up chickens The guns stun split, I keep it real, front *?worm?* (*?WORM

we Put him in the streets I'm a regular competitor To the niggas, that I want to act surely Everybody wanna live, let the early bird get the worm Run

testin, second-guessin, who's 'fessin? Life is a lesson in disguise like a blessin Blinkin, kickin, better back up chickens The guns stun split, I keep it real, front *?worm?* (*?WORM

Put him in the streets I'm a regular competitor To the niggas, that I want to act surely Everybody wanna live, let the early bird get the worm Run up

fessin? Life is a lesson in disguise like a blessin Blinkin, kickin, better back up chickens The guns stun split, I keep it real, front *?worm?* (*?WORM