no weapon... a'ight.. I'll use what I can find....

damn, fithy leavin' me high an' dry, no artillary or ammunition to attack this bitch wit.//
most in my posision would give in and jus cry, I on the other hand pick up an' hit this bitch wit.//
the first brick, or cinder block, or garbage can lid I can get my hands on.//
leave 'im half alive lyin' in the intersection, un-expected to survive past the night.//

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