Part seven

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Now listen I don't beat women cause I'm above it, but I'll cut her fucking neck and think nothing of it and the husband next, With a swing, chop, stab, swing, chop You're holding your neck together, but your nuts drop and the cops do the best they can
While pulling the axe out your face and say

"was it the boogie man?, what was he wearing?."

Oh how wish but instead they say "it's like a ghost did it" it makes me sick.

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