I hate to break it to you, but your crisis has come to and end.
Whether you like it or not.
I'm saving every bullet for your fucking face.
Here we go again
And these things always seem to happen
I hope you remember me as I remember you dead.
Fuck the hatchet
Bury the body
Fuck the hatchet
Bury you

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