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Grab your gun, check the amo. Lock it back. Take a look out on
the world and fade to black. Go berserk. Lie your
conscience in the dirt. Let the pain and the anger do some
team work. Put your tears up front. Grab your mess list and
do a man hunt. Mercy, no. Pity, no. Go real rude and blunt.
Violate anyone who said love but did not mean it. Annihilate
those who's respect was stated but you have not seen it. Inseminate trust
with rage, so fury can escape from it's cage. Incriminate
hope so that hate gain's control of the stage. Isolate your 
wrath and let it marinate on some vengeance. Obliterate faith
and let envy commence. It's common sense, this has to
happen for your self defense. Need some evidence, the price 
tag on your state of mind is at who's expense? Don't get tense,
I've been there, and wrote a book. To kill the suspense, I'll
let you take a look. It's a hymnbook, a road map on not getting
shook. Tell me, does life do a how to on how to avoid the fishhook. I'm
tripping, sorry, don't get scared. If I was serious, to say no, are you prepared?

You get one shot to mess me over, then it's done. I'm not
heartless, but I'm not stupid, after one there's none. Make use
of your opportunity, see me run. Come again you stand against 
Chester Walker's grandson. Dare to touch a hair on a child
you can see my slug. I'm not a hustler, but for the seeds I 
can be a thug. Claiming your a Christian, but really your a decoy.
Let me spark my Newport, then I'll smoke you like a vice 
roy. If you pitstop in the path of the young, I'll pop you like I 
do a merlot. If you fight for a cameo, I'll re-write the scenario.
You walkabout the future like our concern is in
doubt. Watch the turnout, like Chnese food we'll take
you out. I use the bible like it's an antibiotic. Think
I will let my kin fall, well, you are psychotic. bring
my people despair, give them unrest, show them ridicule.
I'll do you worse than Lara Croft on Princess Toadstool.
Coming against the children is two strikes, and my people is one.
I'm talking to satan, but if the shoe fit's, than our war has begun.
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