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Sons of Unjust

The eyes are wet, the boss is curry, Today is tis, tomorrow is tat O' pay in tis, I buy in tat The eyes are wet, the boss is curry Forty million needs, the boss with meat, Tunameza mate in need, ooh! This is heat The eyes are wet, the boss is curry What shall I do, the boss a quiz Nifanye nini sasa, the boss quests. The eyes are wet, the boss is curry, Wooi! Wooi! Wooi! Where we go Bye! Bye! Bye! Since long ago The eyes are wet, the boss is curry Guru up loot, tinga high on foot Uto up a hoot, tis tat not gut The eyes are wet, the boss is curry, Wooi! Wooi! Wooi, where is Marehemu? Wooi! Wooi! Wooi! Life shot in May The eyes are wet, the boss is curry Bondeuro is missing, Integrity too a miss Nifanye nini sasa? No voice but hiss The eyes are wet, the boss is curry, Wooi! Wooi! Wooi! North Eastern massacre Wooi! Wooi! Wooi! , One forty-seven is gone

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