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No Luck

In-rage

Its over

I wont take

Any more

Of your shit

Youre Gone..



The day you woke up

And realized your life was shit

You never could imagine

Your fate was sealing every hit

Every disgusting word

That would come flying from your mouth

Would build a lasting hatred

Then one day

Fucking rubs you out



Its over

I wont take

Any more

Of your shit

Youre Gone..



My blood is running hot

I see her bleeding on the floor

You got your point across

But this wont happen any more

Im gonna end this now

Youll never fuck with us again

Your body full of rounds

No time to repent for your sins



Its over

I wont take

Any more

Of your shit

Youre Gone..



Ive got a hit list

Who the fuck do you think you are

Stepping onto my land

My home

Having your way with everyone I love

Everything that is important to me you fuck

You spread your disease to us then its...



No luck...



No help...



No self...



No hope...



Cocking my gun as I cross your name off number one



Whos fucking next!?!?

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