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Jun 2014
You tried to **** me

but how do you make a gunshot look like an accident
from that angle?

A stab puncture but it was only you and I

So you went for an emotional ****** but you forgot the body keeps walking
  
              Next time you wanna play God,
                       Remember I know how to play too
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