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Let me tell you about this man his name is Archie B. Free, he done me wrong and now has to answer to me; he took me on a high like never before; then he pushed me in the cold and locked the door.

 

I’ve been banging on the door for him to let me back in, but he just doesn’t answer, he doesn’t want to be my friend. I got murder in my heart, and hate in my eyes, when I hurt this mother fucka’, it won’t be know butts, ands or whys.

 

I’ll sneak up behind him, and slit his neck, there will be know unanswered questions or even regrets.

 

When I see his blood turn from red to green, he’ll know I mean what I say, and I say what I mean!

 

The feeling that I’ll have is total victory! Now that I have the blood of Archie B. Free.

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