Now it’s out
Slayer’s life must be lived without doubt
A trader in court cases, usually young bowing out
No barcodes or labels what I’m slinging out
Police scanner, reaching across to grab a hand, yelling “Duck down!”
No scanning at checkout, checking out my duckdown, youthful fountain
If you wanna show fealty, I’ll get the breast out
If you wanna do it really, I’ll get the rest out
Popping wheelies, tac vest because I got the best out bar none
We can trade gun for gun, son for son, bleed you white like at Verdun.
Alchemisland 
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