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Violence
Break it down,
get on the ground,
my gun is loaded,
I don't need a motive,
I'm ready to come out and play,
been a rough day,
and now I just need to vent,
with some violence!
Everybody down on the motherfucking floor,
everybody get down now,
don't make me say it again,
on the floor now!
I just want the violence!
I don't need a reason or a motive,
just violence,
just this burning fire of violence.
Violence doesn't fix your problems,
but words don't solve everything either,
I just need some violence,
motherfucker show me some violence!
Sink down on the ground,
you know where you're bound,
I'm not messing around,
you wanted to talk, well here we talk.
There's no words involved,
just your actions,
scream out your words,
fling your arms around.
Talk to me motherfucker,
show me your violence,
break it down,
with the system melting down,
everything at war and full blown,
show me your violence,
motherfucker show me violence,
fucking talk to me with your violence!


