I proved myself
I passed the test
Don't bother with a bullet proof vest
It's no match for my shotty in your chest
A noose, keepin it loose around your fucking head
Don't ever call deuce
It wasn't even your pack
You sat like merch on a rack
In your drink I put a tac
Ha ha ha ha ha
When I look I know you're lying in your eyes
Spilled blood in a cup
That's what's up
The last seconds of your life are a big deal
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