This
is warning number one
There’s no more right to bring a gun
And I’m not taking shit from you
This all is supposed to be your best years (?)
You’ve got nothing
You run nowhere
I’m the king of this house
So you fucked me around
I’m not a people man
I guess we’ll never be friends
You miss nothing
You are nowhere
Why you talking on me
You never bothered, little piece of shit!
Fuck you, or to fuck me
I’ve won, you stupid!
You’ve got nothing
You want something
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