and also in yours.
If we let fly the muzzles will roar.
Come Drug-pusher;
bring your store.
I will trade you bullets 'til you want no more.
Come Gang-banger!
Come Dirty Cop!
Let me feed you vengeance until I drop.
Come now Rapist
and Mugger along!
Your ears will hate a semi-automatic song.
Enter this section
and be welcomed by Death.
This vigilante has no other neighbors left.
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