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Red Tape Droppin Bombs On Your Moms

seems insane I'm droppin' bombs on your moms From my Enola gay It's like we had to hide inside This time I refuse to swallow my pride Bombs, napalm

to burn it all down It's the only way I'm droppin bombs on your moms From my enola gay Your cause is so yesterday Blow me away Mushroom clouds on the

their kill on, mad cats are still on Beef turning to combat, for life so they punk at Little kids they harm that, put bombs where your moms at Niggas

give a FUCK I bite your whole nipple off, sick like sickle-cell anemia Travel around my curse universe I'm droppin 98.7 degrees down to Red Alert Droppin