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I’ve got an itchy trigger finger and you’re in my sights;
You made too much noise, so I came out side
And there you were sat in my car.
Who the Hell do you think you are?
Sitting there like the car is yours.
Put up your hands punk! Get out the car and get on the floor!
Because if you don’t I’m gonna blow you away.
You tried to steal from the wrong guy today.
Hasta La Vista punk, say bye, bye.
You crossed the line, so you must die.
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