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It was a Tuesday, out was gettin a feed Got A chilli stacker combo wit lettuce n extra cheese It was night, we were sitting outside checkin the breeze Ben and Steve were holding pounds for a friend investing in trees Next second a screech, A Ford Falcon emerged Took out a water fountain tore it out and mounted the curb Pounded the dirt hit the breaks then got out in a burst Fuck they want the pounds now we needa bounce n disperse Turned around and I burst back into KFC Jump the counter through the kitchen hoping they ain't see Crack the cook, took his knife, tuck the blade and flea Hit the back door like ok, escape on three Cool They didnt see me so I caught up with Ben They fuckin got Steve Sev with a sword to the head I saw him hes dead, they jump back in the ford and they fled They took the pounds and his life, Thats when I saw red I called Ted, Jason Chris Aaron and Matt I said get the boys together for a savage attack Matter a fact, get my Easton or my Slazanger bat I'm smashing the cats, aint stopping till the calendar laps Ran up at Matts, rolled out searchin the streets Ready for war fuck the law not concerned with police Determined to grease these fuckers when disturbing the peace And Further increase the murders till the jerks are deceased Anyway, back to the story it was twelve on the dot In Kelmscott, I could tell that we were well in the spot Ready to pop like a glocks shell fell in the slot I saw the fucker fillin the falcon at the shell wit a mob That's the cunt there, pulled up like a ram raid I aint fuckin parking up, pull up on the hand brake I could tell he was shook just by watching his clan shake Didn't fight knew hes hook couldnt flatten a pancake The Dam fake pleaded like a bitch on his knees Wishin id please, show him mercy aint no christian in me Picturing Steve had me itching for this vicious release I Grabbed his hair slammed his head onto the bitumen screamed This is for Steve, his mum, his misses and me For his dad, his son, his sister Aleece For his nan, for everyone im gunna fix it leave I Cocked my air max back n force the tick in his teeth
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