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When I come home from work I'm fiendin' for an eight-ball. I got crack on my mind, I'm hearing cocaine call. Telling me to beep the dealer to deliver me stuff keep it a secret from my wife, cause she thinks I don't use drugs. There I was, bleeding from my nose and damn I couldn't breathe, but I'm still thinking about the next gram....
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yeeeeah 3 Inches Of Blood on the 19th. gotta drive 2 hours to get there, but whatever. Next month: Gwar & Municipal Waste, and then Cannibal Corpse. Shows are awesome, too bad the rest of life has to suck.