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 d___ 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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