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1st. I am not a great composer , I know , but I thought I'd give it a try
2nd. If I offend anyone I'm honestly sorry , I use a lot of words without thinking , like nigger -because me and my friends (black and white) call each other that a lot. Sorry
3rd if my music sounds satanic or unholy , even holy don't think it is ... I do not pray to satan or other gods , and I do not sings about God , even tho it could sound like it. I respect all religions


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