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you follow me on the fuckin street you make me feel like a piece of meat you think i don't know what war means now i'm the terrorist see how it feels i'm going to kill you i'll cut you up, gouge out your eyes i'm going to kill you i'm not your prey i'll make you die on my mouth there is a gag everything i say is wrong you laugh at me and knock me down well now your turn is coming around i'm going to kill you i'll cut you up, gouge out your eyes i'm going to kill you i'm not your prey i'll make you die i'm not kidding i've had it just about to here i'm not kidding i threaten everything you hold dear From Letras Mania