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letra de 3 coffins - del-n'quent

[intro]
“get 3 coffins ready”
“huh?”
“listen stranger, didn’t you get the idea? we don’t like to see ‘bad boys’ like you in town. go get your mule. heh, you let him get away from you?”
-laughing-

[verse]
scowling in the mugshots
fire dances in the eyes of the dead locked
pallet cleansers of buckshot
shorty fire cannons right out my dreadnought
the blindspot intersects directly with my foul shot
keep hitting, no third strike, f-ck love
we only launching at first light
we hours ahead of yall, we eating lunch at first light (oh lord)
you better step up out my light, this throne is my birthright
nah, me and my conscience don’t talk no more
that motherf-cker misled me, we wage constant war
want an anchor to the rest? that’s what fault is for
consult my thoughts, more contempt than shirtless courts of law
point seven sixes sh-t’ll make you drop like iverson
it doesn’t matter his brain, bravery or the size of him
real sh-t, i find these punk motherf-ckers tiresome
you b-tches want lessons? the nine give out guidance then

[outro]
“see, that’s what i want to talk to you about. he’s feeling real bad.”
“huh?”
“my mule. you see he got all riled up when you went and fired those shots at his feet.”
“hey, you making some kind of joke?”
“mm, no. you see, i understand you men were just playing around. but the mule, he just doesn’t get it.”
“you see, my mule don’t like people laughing. he gets the crazy idea you’re laughing at him. now if you apologize, like i know you’re going to, i might convince him you didn’t really mean it.”
-gunshots-

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