the rifle lays across my lap as I hit the blunt.
blowing smoke, hear a twig snap and I grip my gun.
trunk full by the kilo, trigger finger itchy for a hero.
just as long as he know his death will be here...
oh no its another victim, another joke in position.
another rope to twist in as you choke on persistence
elope with delusion and escape in a cloak of fiction.
coat the friction with that heater I put to throat of witnesses...
BOY I GOT THEM DRUGS
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BOY I GOT THEM GUNS...
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YUHHHH
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