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Good Morning Vietnam

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AlerG:
grenade shrapnel seperating my days before-and-after/
score-and-capture rank respect like elder blackbelt foreign-master/
rates are endless, converting over to crime-scenes/
occupation badly chosen by a blind-theive/
got my piece-in-hand, no thoughts of peace-with-man/
one cranial puncture enough to be released-from-land/
diseases-spread, pleasure caused and released-in-head/
thought of what jesus-said, on my knees-till-they-bled/
no result, it's mandatory how-i-position/
finger itchin smith in my hand, wesson in now-dispenson/
as i sit atop of the kings-throne/
words echoing like cellular phone ring-tone/
sing-songs your a piano man, but i ship-keys/
must i rethink, thought process concludes is-it-me?/
victory is never awarded but it's often-claimed/
but AlerG has been sent by your god to soften-names/

peace.

Tecknine:
tight shit dude

AlerG:
thanks homie, peace.

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