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I am the only God
There are no other gods
I take shit from no-one

“Wipe the trouble out”
it’s what I’m all about
I believe in my gun

Gotta compensate
their growing impotence
This gun ain’t shooting blanks

Try to take me down
I’ve got plenty of rounds
One wrong move could be the last

If I ever got caught
like I never thought
I’d blast my way out for fun

I’m on a fucking roll
Counting the body toll
Blowing the smoke when I’m done

Ch:
Shooting my way right through
Guns don’t kill but I do
Blasting is such poetry
Smith & Wesson philosophy

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