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You might hear me knocking on your door, locking the stores
Manager in the empty safe, I'm anti Robin Hood cause
I don't steal to give, but to take from the poor,
You don't think I'll rape this whore, you right
Cause I'll strangle here, dangle her from big Ben at ten to midnight
Till the clock strikes and she dies, they find, here lying
Surrounded by a blood puddle the next morning
That'll teach her not to struggle; I'm yawing at these new acts
How the f**k you supposed to relax with these whack cats
So I use my pen as an axe, chop em up and send it to there parents in a fax
Haha, but with these fags you never now bout these mags
You bout to pick up, the best thing is the ads
Cause the others got their d**k up being fake like Westwood with rags
If the best could be Pac, then how can the best be his ass?
I guess I'm just holding on to the past, where no one would wear a mask
(now you might be wondering why i posted this well i dunno i need to get it from laptop to my computer so yeah tell me what you think)