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IP:
my ass been branded with a license to kill/
glocks, knives, pipes, as long as its stainless steel/
killing aint a science, just give me some piano wires/
u get stangled in silence, but this is peace compared to my viloence/
I'll slice ya leg off at the knee-cap, and beat u to death with it/
then roll your bloody ass over with your own leg and kick it/
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