Pumping it up for the 9 yard. Gonna' be hit and be hit hard. Cuttin you up in a fist fight. Ready ta stand in the spotlight. Facing the cut of a switchblade. Carving you up in the arcade. Destiny's hell from a handgun. 6 slugs leave a trail in the outrun. Another grey headstone in the graveyard. One more shadow on the 9 yard.Birth sign: Gemini
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