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Aside from my lady and kids, if they werent around, 13.
I live like a fukin hermit, am a thousand miles from nowhere, and I have few if any friends.
I havent talked to my mother in months, and my father, well he's dead.
My so-called friends are only around when they need something from me.
And my work, well they just see me as a drifter, even though I have been working there for 5 years.
But usually I would be the suspect in the murder, not the victim. I mean I fit the profile in every respect.
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I was not born to live a mans life, but to be the stuff of future memory.
3 can keep a secret if 2 are dead.
I've never been nice my whole life....but, I'll do my best to be sweet.
I keep my standards low, so I'm never disappointed.
The next words out of your mouth better be some Mark Twain shit, cos' I am going to be chiseling it on your tombstone.
Trample the weak, Hurdle the dead.
Forgive your enemies......after they are slain.
The God I believe in aint short of cash mister.
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