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I walk right in through the front door unlocked, no gun cocked, cinder block, clown paint. I came
here to dance boogy, umph ahhh, and maybe tap a little nookie, i'm creepin music bumpin in the back,
i'm down the hallway hidin' behind the coat rack, and here come the punk bout to get champaighned, i
take the rock and pop em' with the damn thang, hit em' in the back of the head, he dropped the wine
but i caught him in time i had to take his life with a steak knife, i washed it off and put it back
i'm keepin' the place nice
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