Evil lives.
She walks warily down the street,
With the brim pulled way down low
Ain't no sound but the sound of her feet,
Machine guns ready to go.
Are you ready? Are you ready for this
Are you hanging on the edge of your seat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat.
*Tun tun tun
Another one bites the dust...
With the brim pulled way down low
Ain't no sound but the sound of her feet,
Machine guns ready to go.
Are you ready? Are you ready for this
Are you hanging on the edge of your seat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat.
*Tun tun tun
Another one bites the dust...

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