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Bring it Bring your sick And the winding of my lining With all them cysts… I"d rather die by oldage oldage Or having kids… Do forgive But I ain't no one death bitch… I'd rather die by death bed, best friend Weapon, laptop, rap rock, stop watch Back stock, detox……… I want it… Of the face Of the arm I want it… Of brave… Cancer come on… I want it… Of the hope… Of the song… I want it… Of the quote Cancer come on… So lets say I get this sick That's all the rage and anthem with These filthy rich ex-presidents Then will they let me in the Franklin Mint… So I might swim, in all that gold… Till my immune system folds One white blood cell at a time And one by one, your health is un-done… And I won When I get it first