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It don't matter what you said
In the mind of someone you are now dead
And what makes it bad is they're living next door
So you'll need some weapons and that' what I'm here for
Seems we got us a war
AK-47 Tom Cat, F-11
Hardly ever used
Tell me what am I bid
You on the back wall
This is it last call
Better buy 'em now
Or you'll wish that you did
You'll wish that you did
I know, you know
In this world you gotta pay
I's all for sale
What's you side you couldn't say
It doesn't matter anyway
Claymore land mines
Anti-personal kind
Good for marking borders
And the're easy to hide
Buried once in the ground
Only one way they're found
Another fine product
We deliver with pride
We'll make a deal on the side
M-Ones ammo too
Stinger Misslile got a few
Better get 'em now
While we have 'em in store
Good for a last stand
Straight out of Afghanistan
If you never use 'em
You can save 'em
Till your next civil war
"Cause that's what they're for
I know, you know
In this world you gotta pay
It's all fo sale
What's you side you couldn't say
It doesn't matter anyway
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