I NEED AN ANTIDVTE

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I took a few bottles of lean, I want to roll, I add speed to the car I'm sure that I'll win, I remember how my past one creature stole, I'LL ALWAYS KILL AND NEVER LOSE SKILL I THINK I'M NOT MYSELF, I PUT UP MY CORPSES FOR SALE, THERE IS NO ROPE, THEN LET THE BODIES HANG ON THEIR BELTS, I HAVE A BUNCH OF PLANS "B" I WILL NEVER FAIL, PLAN B IS SPARE, EVERYBODY PLAYS BY THE RULES BUT I DON'T CARE Look at my scale, I'll hold all the weight, I made a six-digit number, BUT I'M GON' PUSH FURTHER, I HAVE A SAFE IN THE BASEMENT, I press the gas pedal, I'M NOT DETERMINED TO STOP, I'M RISKY AND DEADLY AND LETHAL, THE CAUSE OF MY DEATH IN ANY OUTCOME WILL NOT BE ROPE, EVEN THROUGH DEATH I'LL GET FIRST PLACE, I WILL WIN THIS GAME OR RACE, I SEE MY FUTURE AND IT'S GRACEFUL, IN THE NEXT LIFE I HOPE I WIN THE GAME, IF NOT THEN I'LL BE LOST I NEED AN ANTIDOTE, NOW, I NEED AN ANTIDOTE, NOW, I NEED AN ANTIDOTE, NOW, I CAN'T LEAVE THE KILLER MODE, I CAN'T LEAVE THE KILLER MODE, I CAN'T LEAVE THE KILLER MODE, I NEED AN ANTIDOTE, NOW...

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