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My Name is Revenge


The first time I seen her, she was sitting on a hill....
Locking in on her sights, getting ready for a kill...
She said, "Hey boy, get ready for attack." Cause, we gotta him em hard, and we gotta hit em fast.


The second time I seen her, she was crossing the border....
Armed to the teeth, with her kill orders.

She said, " Hey boy, get ready for attack.". Cause, we gotta him em hard, and we gotta him em fast.


The third time I seen her, she was hanging at a party....
She did a shot of whiskey while stepping over dead bodies....
She said, " Hey boy, get ready for attack.". Cause, we gotta him em hard, and we gotta him em fast.


The fourth time I seen her, climbing out a window....
Duffle bag in her hand, going the way the wind blows....
She said, "Hey boy, get ready for attack."Cause we got to him them hard, and we got to hit them fast


The fifth time I seen her, running down an alley.....
A cop on her tale, named Officer O'Mally
She said, "Hey boy, get ready for a attack ".
Because we got to hit them hard, and we got to hit them fast.


The 6th time I seen her, the cop was fighting for his life....
She broke the pigs neck and then disappeared into the night.....
She said, "Hey boy, get ready for attack."


Because we got to hit them hard and we got to hit them fast.


Down came the walls...
Nothing is going to stop her, now...
Prettiest thing I ever saw...

And if you see her, walk on by...

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