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thirty rounds - depth strida lyrics

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strida on a mission
i got f*cked up from prescriptions
i don’t want a b*tch to listen
when i’m talk bout my problems
my mind f*cked i got obnoxious
i see colors like bob ross did
test subject i feel so toxic
diagnostic alcoholic

i don’t know if i’m ironic
f*ck that sh*t let’s switch the topic
this world got me misanthropic it’s that
mercenaries genocide
endless death like columbine
cyborg call me f*cking bryan
broken mental frankenstein
bodys dropping to the ground

gun noises thirty rounds
mounted on a h*ll hound
what is up you f*cking clown
strida wear that th*rn crown
sitting on a blood throne
undead troopers inbound
fight the living
make em down
and this to a battleground

- depth strida lyrics

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