Sword Bearer

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Sword bearer
truth wearer
covered in blood like Hanibal but I'm not a cannibal
I'm plannin to animal beats on all the flammable channels
Cant drop me with choppers or pop me with glockers
Push me up against a locker 
Ill chop you down proper
I'm mad bro, sick as a terminal patient
Voodoo flow burning em all like Hatians
I hate sin so Im executing its power
grindin it down to powder then washing it down the shower
Ever wonder what's really out there
extra terrestrials looking down to stare?
Walking down the stares its apparent that life's not fair
Trouble taints the air and a good deed is fairly rare
 

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