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Hank J. Wimbleton:
Shoot you both dead
And that's enough said
When i spread you with lead
And make you regret

Playin' pretend
So just accept
You never stood a chance
And never will again

Boyfriend:
Take you best shot
But know that you'll miss
I'm comin' in hot
With diss after diss

With no time to write
Or reminisce
So what do you want
And what do you gain-

Hank J. Wimbleton:
Do I need a reason?

Boyfriend:
Yes?
Hank J. Wimbleton:
Too bad!
It's a craft..

Boyfriend:
Really now?

Hank J. Wimbleton:
Yeah, wanna know how?
Let's do this quick and end this fight
Shit
What's with all the dodging
Can't you tank this?

Boyfriend:
Who tanks bullets?

Hank J. Wimbleton:
Try me

Boyfriend:
Word?
That's a lie

Hank J. Wimbleton:
No it's not
Boyfriend:
Don't get cocky!
When are we starting?

Hank J. Wimbleton:
Who do you think you are?

(Hank J. Wimbleton, Boyfriend)
Puttin' on a show when you legacy's all about fallin' low
That's low, dude...
Throwing out these cheap ass comebacks
Don't test me...
When're ya'll gonna get creative?

Hank J. Wimbleton:
It's best conceding

Boyfriend:
You're dreaming!
Let's keep it real

Hank J. Wimbleton:
Deal

Both:
Let's dance, on the war field!
Hank J. Wimbleton:
Now you're catchin' up
Still, it's not enough
When you're faced with a stone cold killer
If ya don't mind sayin' sup to the grunts
That I've been puttin' six feet under

(Hank J. Wimbleton, Boyfriend)
Lock you eyes with mine
Stootin' off blanks
Cuz the way that i see it
You gun's as empty as your statements
I like when the light fades from their eyes
And for christ's safe
What's with all the hatred
I don't see why I'm the one you're blamin'
It's euphoric

Hank J. Wimbleton:
Shoot you both dead
Nut y'know how that goes
Carve from the head
And down to your toes

Watch the life fade quick and yet slow
You took the bait
It's fate
Your cons, my pros

You're mine
All mine
YOU'RE MINE!

Tricky:
CLOWN DOES NOT DIE
IT'S YOU!!!!!!!!!
CLOWN WILL NOT FRY
YOU DO!!!!!!!!!
TRICKY ON THE MIC
WITH AN APPETITE
THAT'S HUNGERING FOR BLOOD
GUTS AND EVERYTHING ELSE
I BETWEEN!!!!!

Boyfriend:
Who the funks thing?
Come on!
Nevade, what's gives?
Funk off
Just when I thought we had a clown
Another one wants to come
And sing alone...

Hank J. Wimbleton:
Ignore that fool
Let's get to the point
This'll be and easy 1v2
Twice the bloodshed
Twice the violence
I can't contain my excitement!

Tricky:
HEED THE STOP SIGN
OR FEEL THE PAIN
OF TRICKY'S WRATH!!!!!!!!!
?
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANKKKKK

Hank J. Wimbleton:
Now you're catchin' up
Still, it's not enough
When you're faced with a stone cold killer
If ya don't mind sayin' sup to the grunts
That I've been puttin' six feet under

Boyfriend:
Stootin' off blanks
Cuz the way that i see it
You gun's as empty as your statements
And for christ's safe
What's with all the hatred
I don't see why I'm the one you're blamin'

Hank J. Wimbleton:
Face it!
In those rags you ain't adjacent
Bullets fly
I'll keep it basic
JUST STAY IN PLACE
*mad noise*
GODDAMNIT

Boyfriend:
Face it!
Your mags are empty
Embrace it
This fight is rempli
Ya gave it
Your best but

Both:
No one has ever topped me!

Hank J. Wimbleton:
Luck's on your side
Still, watch yourself
Cuz when my homicide
Exits this hell
I'll be goin' on a ride
To kill you myself
And when that time comes
It's personal

Boyfriend:
Luck can be damned
Cuz that was all skill
I ain't your average guy
Cuz my iron will
Isn't one to be funked with
And even still

(Hank J. Wimbleton, Boyfriend)
I'LL GO FOR THE KILL!
My guard's not down
So come and go for the kill!