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Big Wreck Prayer

to remind myself That it's my fault, it's not my fault I can hear the pain Well pause no more And I've never prayed before yea Never prayed before You

hip-hop I rip shop like shit was made of paper mache My shape was tip-top and it can be no greater display I pray today and see the devil takin off the

G's in Cali loc'ed up when I was summoned Styles were mixed like the Drummonds, Killer Clown is comin Look around, your town is crumblin This Big Tech

shit folding, while you stack your fin's man And I ain't even playing, yeah I'm down with my killas Yes in person it be like, that's the wrecking poo

black some motherfuckers just be living like that they like to feel the chrome in their hands the shit makes them feel like little big man twelve years old catching wreck

18's in a bumper kit, I'm a billion dolla bleeder Strapped up with a heater, with a beamer, on the mic I straight up wreck the speaker, while Big Moe straight up wreck

big fat rings Cause in the motherland gold is for kings I got backup To jack up Punks who try to act up Do a world tour Watch the big bank stack up Motherfuckers

above Heaven is so big there ain't no need to look up So I stopped looking for royal cities in the air Only a full house gonna have a prayer

all in check I got that head nod shit that make you break your neck WOO-HAH!! Got you all in check Well you know we come through to wreck the disco tech