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Pretty eye buck shot.
Twelve gauge,is a  sure shot.
American gangs, American guns.

Pretty eye buck shot.
Twelve gauge,is a sure shot.
American gangs, American guns.

We dropped more than two million tons.
Hocheman trail was sprayed with bombs.
Jugasalios knew all along that the American war would finally come.

America, land of the free.
They all needed a democracy.
Debauchery, luxury.
Backinaleos are right to be.

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I won’t listen cause I’ve only been lied to.
Got a few common enemies and still I despise you.
It’s a cold mission to pull up beside you in your own territory
It leaves something inside you.

A wise man once told me people are strange
I’m a stranger in a strange land stranger to days
Yeah I’m nice to the groupies I stay at the range.
Thirty-eight to the forty gallon eight at the day.

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