frito stopped…

frito stopped

the money
count &
sd why
the fuck
do you
like shot
guns so
much es
pecially
the sawed
offs the
dutchman
broke his
scattergun
open slid
in 2 shells
& snapped
it shut
then used
the barrel
to scratch
his face sd
it’s that
way they
tear up
the blood

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