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That rock heat, and you're without one?
Pride isn't gonna do you much then, you can't outrun
The rounds son, so keep ya head down when you cross those
Who tout guns, cause to us it aint [Edited Out]
Afghans, we rock missles not little pistols
One blast lifts a [Edited Out] up like a heavy mistral
I suggest you back away, the situation's getting dismal,
A back hand takes a [Edited Out] of his feet
I climb up his family tree and repeat, so unless
You want this to get ugly, retreat
Growing up I always ate the hardest meat
And had the sharpest teeth,
So sit back down, before I implant you in your seat
And never stop!!
