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Well now give me my pistol man and three round balls
I'm gonna shoot everybody that I don't like at all
Like at all, like at all
Like at all, like at all

Gotta thirty eight special man and forty five frame
You know the thing don't miss, 'cause I got dead aim
Got dead aim, got dead aim
Got dead aim, got dead aim

Well, the world is a drag and my friends can't vote
Gonna make me a connection and score some dope
Go get high, go get high
Go get high, go get high