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Hi, I'm Style. I'm working in Capcay, Bah, number 94, yes.
Bang, bang, bang, feel the killer late, and whiz on past, miss my hair.
Left turn, watch the crimson flow, brother man on the floor.
Ching, ching, ching, let the dollars go, 'cause life ain't messin' 'round no more.
I storm cold when they knock me out in the black of night.
