Bustin my mad rhymes in the end times where right
is a crime and the wicked and slime have all the dimes.
I’m drinking and thinkin from the vine of eternal shine,
watchin the wicked whine and cry'n before they pay the fine.
Its not the game today that you gotta play but the one that goes on for eternity.
You get paid, laid, made in the shade
but
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