Ghost Boi Tracks – MacDaddy Manifesto

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This The Mac Daddy Manifesto Put a gun in every hand, residential Plastic pistols, used to pack the metal Now I’m going print a Mac when I get home It’s The Mac Daddy Manifesto Moms have to let go, because daddy said so Spread recipes from Dover to Sacramento This is for the people, this is not to get dough I’m the Mac daddy, come and sit in my lap While I tell you all a story about this printable mac Could be Marlin or Reprap, we’ll give you the map Up to five thousand rounds, know we built it to last Mac 11 with two versions of the upper receiver Side or top charging, it’s a simple procedure Takes glock magazines, you can print that Menendez Put protection in your hands, we just follow amendments Mac 11 frame, AR-15 for the rest Moms Demand Action, yo, you need save your breath Smelling like wine, I’ve got that PLA fresh pressed Price of freedom, Mike can’t write a big enough check Money is their real alpha and omega See the bullshit coming like I have antennas Ghost Boi staying sicker than salmonella See the Mac, make bitches do the Macarena This The Mac Daddy Manifesto Put a gun in every hand, residential Plastic pistols, used to pack the metal Now I’m going print a Mac when I get home It’s The Mac Daddy Manifesto Moms have to let go, because daddy said so Spread recipes from Dover to Sacramento This is for the people, this is not to get dough The mactivist, reaching out like it’s a Poltergeist Deterrence Dispensed, perfecting all the prototypes New iterations in the making, take the world overnight Tell Mom to leave the room, we don’t need your oversight Should know it’s the Mac Daddy who wears the pants We can make a movement out these caravans Sharing plans, written in these freedom paragraphs Pass the microscope, might step on Mini Mike where he stands Teach you how to fish with the Macs that we’re printing Self sufficient, that’s the DD family tradition Word to Freemen, I’m a free man, don’t ask for permission A man on a mission, I match the description Feds trying to track me, to get the MAC address One eye open while printing, I can sleep after death We’ll never be the cattle for these sheepdogs I’m a real Mac daddy, call me Steve Jobs This The Mac Daddy Manifesto Put a gun in every hand, residential Plastic pistols, used to pack the metal Now I’m going print a Mac when I get home It’s The Mac Daddy Manifesto Moms have to let go, because daddy said so Spread recipes from Dover to Sacramento This is for the people, this is not to get dough  

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