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And we the surfers, walk around with M3's in our hand
And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran
And you should feel us cause we turn your ♥♥♥♥♥♥' block into sand
To my left, Rza caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my clan mate's intestines
And Rza holds a hammer like a carpenter do