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All that sh*t talk is givin you time to stall,
So I grip up, c**k back, and release to your jaw,
I watch you float down like the leaves in the fall,
Jumpin on your fu*kin stomach yo, releasin a cough,
I'm about to throw you in the trunk of my car,
Tie you up and chain you up like they do to a dog,
This is what happens at the end of a braw,
Don't even fu*kin care if it's ok with the law,
But when I go to jail yo, I'm able a call,
All your fu*kin gettin is a bite on a ball,
To keep your screemin mouth shut from talkin at all,
Tied a blind fold to keep you seein a fog,
Made sure it was tight so you cant get it off,
Leave you in the trunk givin you time to thaw,
Havin you sit there while I run into the mall.
Payin at the counter but keepin my calm,
No sign of sweat release comin off of my palms,
Walkin out carryin a blade for a saw,
I'ma cut you up and feed you all to the gulls,
Or leave you fu*kin hangin at the end of a hall,
This is what happens when you start up a war,
Maybe next time you'll think before you start at a bar!

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