Put down your gun, punk
put up your dukes, son
Why can't you be a man?
Fight me one on one
Don't need guns or knives to hide behind
Bullets included, no thought required,
Senseless violence
there's no excuse for this
you live the path of most resistance
create your own hell
You live in violent times,
no respect for other peoples lives
Put down your gun, punk
put up your dukes, son
Why can't you be a man?
Fight me one on one
Emancipate yourself from stupidity
Don't look for handouts, just opportunity
Tag your name on dirty toilet stalls
claim your turf on subway urinals
pay your rent by selling guns and drugs
understand, I don't respect you at all
Senseless violence
there's no excuse for this
you live the path of most resistance
create your own hell
You live in violent times
Put down your gun, punk
Put up your dukes, son
Tag your name on dirty toilet stalls
claim your turf on subway urinals
pay your rent by selling guns and drugs
understand, I don't respect you at all
Put down your gun, punk
put up your dukes, son
Why can't you be a man?
Fight me one on one
Don't need guns or knives to hide behind
Bullets included, no thought required
put up your dukes, son
Why can't you be a man?
Fight me one on one
Don't need guns or knives to hide behind
Bullets included, no thought required,
Senseless violence
there's no excuse for this
you live the path of most resistance
create your own hell
You live in violent times,
no respect for other peoples lives
Put down your gun, punk
put up your dukes, son
Why can't you be a man?
Fight me one on one
Emancipate yourself from stupidity
Don't look for handouts, just opportunity
Tag your name on dirty toilet stalls
claim your turf on subway urinals
pay your rent by selling guns and drugs
understand, I don't respect you at all
Senseless violence
there's no excuse for this
you live the path of most resistance
create your own hell
You live in violent times
Put down your gun, punk
Put up your dukes, son
Tag your name on dirty toilet stalls
claim your turf on subway urinals
pay your rent by selling guns and drugs
understand, I don't respect you at all
Put down your gun, punk
put up your dukes, son
Why can't you be a man?
Fight me one on one
Don't need guns or knives to hide behind
Bullets included, no thought required
inviata da Bartleby - 6/3/2012 - 11:00
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