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- Bitches on the cut
- I get it quick, lick my dick
- Bitches on the cut
- We making stacks, fat stacks pippy pip
- I know they say that pouring one out is good for the soul
- But did eric and dylan feel like they had control?
- Nah son, they was masters of their destiny, makers of destruction, reb and vodka reduction
- We call this chaos cuz no one understands - the plans at hand
- The man at hand, the sands of time roll through this tide like fuckers gonna die
- You hear a blat once, you start to wonder
- You hear a pop twice, you really gotta ponder
- Then you see a blast and your feet leave the ground
- Reb and Vodka shooting up this whole fucking town
- They say madness got the best of them, but the best of them was the best of them
- Glock 45 and a pistol grip shotty, nigger please, i can shoot on the potty
- blat blat goes the machine gun blasting you a brand new hole
- a one inch diameter just passed through your skull
- didn't see it coming, didn't feel it rushing, didn't have a clue, you're a fucking jew
- Bitches on the cut
- I get it quick, lick my dick
- Bitches on the cut
- We making stacks, fat stacks pippy pip
- RIP ERIC AND DYLAN, this one goes out to the homies that talk big and play an even bigger game. You inspire us, you make us what we are.
- Reb - Vodka - Superstars
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