Bad Victims
I am Freaking the F+!K OUT!
Off the hook look out I shout
Straight eyes laced with buckets of doubt
Trying to figure out what you're all about
Blood pressure high as a kite
Paranoid look left, look right
Dumbfounded your look shining not so bright
You picked the wrong victim tonight
Double backed behind a wall I hide
Me and my girl die or ride
As you pass we step by your side
The rest is a story off how you died
Bye...Bye...
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