| Still not sure why I came back
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| Didn’t feel a thing, just heard the «crack»
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| Fell forward, then somebody hopped up on my back
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| Shook 'em off my right side, then I heard an evil laugh
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| They’re not fuckin around, pretty sure my wig is split
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| Turned around and seen 'em with the bottle that they hit me with
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| That was the fat one, the other one was half his size
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| Running at me full steam, fire burning in his eyes
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| Not a fan of fighting, two on one is never wise
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| But I’m only here because I overheard that woman’s cries
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| Seen her legs hanging out from behind the dumpster
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| Interrupted when it was the fat one’s time to fuck her
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| Caught a left, but didn’t feel it through my gas mask
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| Reached for my blade, arm blocked by my own bag
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| That’s when he caught me with the bottle, broke on impact
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| Glad it broke, cause if it didn’t, probably would have been a wrap
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| Backpeddle for a second, try to clear my head
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| Caught a break when he telegraphed his right hand
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| I’m way taller so I slip it just by leaning back
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| Threw a kick at his knee, overheard the joint snap
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| Wanted to stomp him out no sooner than he hit the ground
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| But his boy was running at me, yelling with his pants down
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| Still kicked him in his face right when he arrived
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| Saw the woman running out the corner of my eye
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| This ain’t supposed to happen on the night before christmas
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| He hesitated when he heard the sirens in the distance
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| I caught him slipping when he reached down to grab his pants
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| Swung my blade at his, but only caught him in his hand |