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Bring it, Bring your sick, And the winding of my lining, With all them cysts… I'd rather die by oldage oldage Or having kids… Do forgive, But I ain't no one death bitch… I'd rather die by death bed, best friend, weapon, laptop, rap rock, stop watch, back stock, detox……… I want it… Of the face Of the arm I want it… Of brave… Cancer come on… I want it… Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Of the hope… Of the song… I want it… Of the quote Cancer come on… So lets say I get this sick, That's all the rage and anthem with, These filthy rich ex-presidents, Then will they let me in the Franklin Mint… So I might swim, in all that gold… Till my immune system folds, one white blood cell at a time. And one by one, your health is un-done… and I won when I get it first.
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