Look out, buddy boy
I'm going to blow your brains out
I'm going to shoot you with my shotgun
I'm going to murder you
I'm killing you
I'm killing you
I'm killing you
I'm killing you
Your ass is mine
You are going to be blown away
I'm going to blow your freaking head off
I'm going to shoot you dead
I'm killing you
I'm killing you
I'm killing you
I'm killing you
You are not going to sleep for the rest of your life
I'm going to cut you down
I'm going to riddle you with bullets
I'm going to put your ass in the mud
I'm killing you
I'm killing you
I'm killing you
I'm killing you
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