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All my rivals will see what I have in store My gun I've been harboring fleets in this reservoir Red sun And this nation's about to explode Your disciples are riddled with metaphors Well-hung Better pony up and bring both your barrelfulls Not one As we release this unspeakable toll How's our mother to damn these contributors With mud? How will the man who made chemicals difficult Shed blood? How's our father supposed to be told?