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Dead Sullivan
Dead Sullivan
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Truman Boone Patrello
Truman Boone Patrello
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Fuck with my friend And I'll cap your honey (Drive) Drive by with the AK flying high I'll blow your brains Stop make the top drop I could make your heels stop (Why?) Cause I flex with the Philly And a mop top every single day All this time we breathe underneath a screen Where's the common decency? Be the change you want to see Touch on my girl And I'll send you running home Two nights and I'll find you with a cold one in your mouth Eat what you think And you're bound to starve Don't look for me Cause I'm already a star living that dream On that thought I'll take it off your mind The sweat is dripping off my sleeve It seeps underneath my skin Let it sink again Paranoid and thinking of the time I screamed and made you cry But I don't want to mope I don't want to know Cut the throat underneath a perfect chin The blade will gleam with pride again Just let the fucker bleed Let his mother see what it means Everybody talks about how much you fucking wear them out But I don't want to hurt I just want to learn how to be
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