Your gun is pointed
to my face
I would sweat, but I saw
it coming
I got five guns
pointed right back at you
You backstabbing
bastard
I’m sick of your deception
Your poisonous love
Your cancerous ideas
Your hatred disguised
as friendship
Only helping to me
bury myself
What kind of leech
does that?
Oh wait
You are a bloodsucker
A dirty motherfucker
So. Bang. Bang. Bitch.
Take all those
motherfucking bullets
Your game is
recognized
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