depth strida - thirty rounds 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
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