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Violent(I)

I mean I hear what you're saying,

I meanYou got carried away in the moment

And I could forgive youI could do that

I could do anything, if I want to

I'd rather cut that neck in half

I'd rather choke out that bitch-ass

I'd rather chop and never stop

Because you fucked my homies

I could take all the face paint off and get a real job working for your dad

I would rather take a ten-pound axe and stick it in your daddy's forehead

I could let you move into my house

You'd fuck the neighbor every time I'd go out

And wipe his nut on my pillow (oh)

But I think I'd rather kill you

('Cuz we parked all alone and it's real dark anyway, hey)