ooo bitch, don't come at me wit that shit
I don know who it is you think you fucken wit
but I ain him. I'll knock your block Off.
Won't give a second thought to leaven you to rot:
in a ditch. Like some roadkill.
You're in the road still.
peeple driven by, wonderen what's that smell
ah, hell. It's a person.
Guess he was sumwhere he shouldn'ta been lurkin.
or pissed sum1 off, fuck it.
he's dead as dirt now, truck it.
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