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Feb 2016
Rolling down the block with the windows down,
heater cranked up with a clip full of rounds,
pull a Old Yeller  put the old dog down
blow a fat blunt then blow up the town
listen to the sound a this M-16,
that's my version of the american dream,
people run an scream, hide duck cover,
lock up the doors pull down the shutter.
new dog same tricks scream mask face cover, blood shed orange red no head call um Fred,
last name Flintstones im ****** to death,
all heart no fear im throwing lead,
knight without his armor hes a shining mess /
no Kevlar pig bled to death
hail a hollow tips let loose in his chest
mail the proof of purchase send my fukin best
no i meant regards got no regrets,
**** a royal guard id rather pet,
my loyal dog now go bite his neck,
tear an rip the flesh eternal rest,
BLitZeD
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