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NEXT MOVE

There's the coffin Here's the nail You and your demons Can go to hell You need to be grateful I coulda sent you to jail Been shiesty and told what I know I should tell Your ass would be a lifer They'd never grant you bail Destroy the key after they locked the cell But lucky for you After the months of hell you put me through And the disgraceful things you made me do I can walk away with a simple FUCK YOU This is now your game of one Not two So go ahead mother fucker WHAT'S YOUR NEXT MOVE??

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