.Six-up, five-oh, pigs come, I cop nâ go.
The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos.
Good luck finding critters creepy as me. They shoulda fried me, Iâll give
Ya PTSD
Vodka shots droppinâ down the throat they been stompinâ on.
Cockinâ guns, lockinâ.
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