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I got a backpack and it's full of rounds,
Which makes it possible to gun some people down.

Grip my piece
Walk out the door
My feet move with the plan

We all know
Minkind is better
Without these kind of men

Nothing to give
Nothing to share
I got nothing to show

So I climb up top
The clock tower
And let my people go

I got a backpack and it's full of shells,
Which makes it obvious, I sent some people to hell.