Ifya got a beef with me open your mouth an spititout

                                                        he stood over them as they sat on a grassy knoll 

a bank of glass behind themthrowing their reflection beyond it  a high school hallway

    Just gonna sit there say nothing

I know its you threeIve asked around

                                         So rather than talk behind your backs Im sayin to your face

Ya got a beef  Im right here

he liked the odds one stood hed drop them  advantage  upright    high ground

they didnt budge

didnt say a thing

Nothing

         

caught his expression in the glass

                                     he   looked maniacal

nothing

           crickets

Then let me say this It stops now

                                     Somebody unknown approaches me with your bullshit Ill come for ya

The word you best spread is tha you were lying  made it up

    Own it

Gents

       he turned his back on them walked away   mutteredGot a beef with me face me

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