God damn Sally the place had been staked clean cause there was a scene ahead of our team. Just waiting for their own team king. You've got a mind state that can't relate to our creation of madness in the name of crime sake. No matter what you have heard. So lets go in there and wave our guns in the air. Tell everyone to drop to their knees as we yell stick em up, freeze! turn those camera's off this ain't no free show, fuck the cash we want what's in the back and give it up fast. Empty cartridge fucked us with harsh luck, no gun pop no gun pop none. But I see I see I see highways at 90 running for my life this ain't the last time to try to hit them maybe next time.
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