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Killa killa, what's the deala, a bullet jammed in my 9 milla, fuck it I'll use the butt to drill ya, I'll put some shit on you, that will make you think a witch doctor hit ya, I'm split ya dude, like a hatchet do, and get away with it to, if you only had a tiny clue, of half the shit I knew, then you'd know, I don't give a fuck about you, or what the fuck your going thru, cause chances are, I've been there, from psychiatric care, to restraint chairs, to county holes, striped down bare, locked up in a 6 × 9, with no blanket or underwear, life ain't fair, I don't care, if you think this shits twisted, cause I'm the sickest menace, you've ever seen, times three, but I'll keep it real so you can see, how much truth is behind, every line you read 
VENOM
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