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Sabac Sabacolypse A Change Gon Come

none of us are unless you mean blowing up with a bomb under your car only thing your promised is a daster deceise of bullet a natural cause there's no

round ain't no stopping it Welcome to the days of Sabacolypse The world goes round and round, I'm on top of it These are the times of Sabacolypse [Sabac

--not a racist But when they come to kill me at my speech I'll shoot 'em in they faces I lived a life of aggrevation, contemped in laceration So I'm exempt