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Bitches on the cut
I get it quick, lick my dick
Bitches on the cut
We making stacks, fat stacks pippy pip
I know they say that pouring one out is good for the soul
But did eric and dylan feel like they had control?
Nah son, they was masters of their destiny, makers of destruction, reb and vodka reduction
We call this chaos cuz no one understands - the plans at hand
The man at hand, the sands of time roll through this tide like fuckers gonna die
You hear a blat once, you start to wonder
You hear a pop twice, you really gotta ponder
Then you see a blast and your feet leave the ground
Reb and Vodka shooting up this whole fucking town
They say madness got the best of them, but the best of them was the best of them
Glock 45 and a pistol grip shotty, hahahahahaha please, i can shoot on the potty
blat blat goes the machine gun blasting you a brand new hole
a one inch diameter just passed through your skull
didn't see it coming, didn't feel it rushing, didn't have a clue, you're a fucking jew
Bitches on the cut
I get it quick, lick my dick
Bitches on the cut
We making stacks, fat stacks pippy pip
RIP ERIC AND DYLAN, this one goes out to the homies that talk big and play an even bigger game. You inspire us, you make us what we are.
Reb - Vodka - Superstars
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