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Typhoid what you gone do
Cry boy It’s in the vaccine
It burns where the bactine
Go easy on the Vaseline
Get some ZYCAM from the drugstore
Sty in your eye sore
What would I lie for?
Too many die poor
Back in shackles
Tight end ready to tackle
Back door what you scared for
Fear we cannot afford to pay no more
Too much faith brought us this far
Too all the masses this is war
Don’t wake up in a dark room
Shackled to the floor
Where the stench is deep
Oder reeks
Rotted guts
Botulism
No time to reason
It's fideism season
