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CRAP MISSION : This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES.... VERSE 1: Well, all the signs I saw, Were stroke for us all. Expressing ourselves in accord, It's simple for me coming forth. Their fallacies knocking my door; Screaming my name based on plots. And I'm giving them no response, Though I've entertained them before. I didn't know their acts behind scene's were eyesore. Now between me and them, no rapport. Therefore need them no more. My life and privacy's walled, As my intelligence confuses them to brawl. They see that after all, And my eyesballs testifies they fear to talk. My victories get them bored. When they given an inch, they go abroad. They always fall when I roar. They wicked people praying others have wrong scores. Carnally have people lives negatively toured, And they triumph over people's downfall. After they've gotten what they want, Then go about spreading infos that are false; Chorus: Ooh.... Ooh.... Libelers and snitchers, yes of course. Negative events they stand for, Wishing no one best rather dreadful stall. Misfortunes and agonies they make people draw, So they welcome not at my shore. Ooh...ooh....hey Chorus: Ooh.... Ooh.... Libelers and snitchers, yes of course. Negative events they stand for, Wishing no one best rather dreadful stall. Misfortunes and agonies they make people draw, So they welcome not at my shore. Ooh...ooh....hey VERSE Never can they weaken my core, Because I'm equipped more than strong. So's my wife and children; thank God. Full of nocturnal evil spirits, they ponks, Working hand in hand with other cohorts. Devoting themselves to enviousness cults. By grace I'm destroying their lungs, So simple for me at stance. When they see people with good things in their hands, They rise up against them with an axe. Only to make their greatness fall flat. Appearing enormously both day and night, They likened to bunch of rats and bats; Destroying good fruits and good nuts. As if they have beautiful hearts, They carnibals and personified bedbugs, Feeding on human flesh and blood. When I'm winning they sad, And when I'm low, that's what they like. But God's ever moving me higher and higher. And I'm filled with his fire. On the pitch I've showed them red card, But they thought I'll bring them back, So they'd finish all they've start. But it didn't happen as they thought as much, As now they disgraced at last. Chorus: Ooh.... Ooh.... Libelers and snitchers, yes of course. Negative events they stand for, Wishing no one best rather dreadful stall. Misfortunes and agonies they make people draw, So they welcome not at my shore. Ooh...ooh....hey They dying inside, In fact I'm burning down their camp. As surely as I'm always winning the fights, Totally their mission's crap. They can't even bite after they've barked, I'm blessed with golden sight. So I'm really focused on my track, Divinely joyous, not feeling contrite. My secrets and plans can't be hacked. They've tried severally to throw some smite, But spiritually they've been smacked. God's made me eagle out of pride; Mounted with His pinions to stand, Beautifully as they pied. Whether rain or shine, To higher heights I fly. Nothing stops me for I'm His son, In His shadow I hide. Yeah, In Jehovah alone I only trust. This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES...

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