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I draw my line in the sand
Choose your side
If this is becoming a man
Then I am God like
Bow down to me
I'm here to break the cipher
I never wanted it to come to this
But if you're not with me
Then you can get out
Get out, get out, get out, get out, get out
Get out, get out, get out, get out, get out
Get out, get out, get out, get out, get out
All of your suffering is proof
Of my righteousness
I wish those Guido's
Fucking killed you
It feels so good to watch you fail
What the fuck did you think?
Did you think that we would be friends?
Karma has come to collect
Yeah, this is what you get
I draw my line in the sand
Choose your side
If this is becoming a man
Then I am God like
God like, God like
I pray her cancer is coming back
Your broken face won't be the only mess
Karma has come to collect
Karma has come to collect
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