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all alone in my closet as i write this
stay strapped wit a gun call me isis
sell our soul to the fame and stupid prizes
i hit the plug for a ounce what the price is?
240 for an ounce but he sell the pounds
smoke the weed have no friends when i look around
start to wonder why im feeling so fucking down
then i might forget after i roll all my loud
empty mags is the kid rolling through your town
bagged pants and a hood while he looking down
no heart no blood and his face a frown
only smile when his body put into the ground
all alone in my closet as i write this
stay strapped wit a gun call me isis
sell our soul to the fame and stupid prizes
i hit the plug for a ounce what the price is?

ISIS

from magma to ashes to lava once again
all that which is eternal-

is reality.

WickedWitchesOfTheWest [PROD. YOUNGMESA]

"[Ten kings] will wage war against the Lamb, but the Lamb will triumph over them because He is Lord of lords and King of kings—and with Him will be His called, Chosen and Faithful followers." (Revelation 17:14 NIV)

WickedWitchesOfTheWest [PROD. YOUNGMESA]

ASH LORD: MAGMA

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