Lyrics:
Dear Former Master, listen well I am no longer bound for Hell Can you not see You have no power over me I have a new owner Christ Jesus, the atoner
She a chooser, I done been the atoner, I am the bruiser I'm the brigade, without no troopers, I'm a bazooka to your pupils I'll clean the scene up, I'm
from atoners, part parades like I'm Noah, in my gray persona Shades of a toner, warned ya that my blade's a poker, illustrating jokers Pop on stage like
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