Your loyalty's known, but I do get this feeling I'm talkin wit a fake
...U'll die wit a heavy heart
As weights on ya chest bring u to the bottom of a lake
Thumpin this geek. Catch u on ur down time & I'm bustin the heat
The arm n hammer be complete care, & do work while u brushing ya teeth
Fighting me is suicide, you'll cheat to get an upper hand. Make the call
Cos I'll have the same knife u jump for end up breakin ya fall
I'll be pinned a killer how I plan this murder, put two to ur dome man
I came all the way over to Tac board, to hang up another funeral program
Ur nothing! Gods telling u to that it's prolly time to quit
So we'll see tic hit the dusty trail, then I'll drag him off the side of it
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