... the point
this missile is hissing
the size of a thumb thimble and spinning,
rifling the mechanism its given,
to, when fired, hit em.
i'm a hired hitman. a fired gymnast.
i flip out everywhere now. no bullshittin.
this 40 will knock ur underwear down. no missing.
no pissing. this is not the contest for u bitches.
ones misting? pink all over the island... in his kitchen.
these mona lisas hit harder than a sonny liston.
listen. u hear it? its time for you to get dismissed.
one. POW.
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Ahem.
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