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I'm sorry little kids, but I'm a killer clown today. I could say bullets are gonna spray, I'm from Brooklyn, that's alright. But lemme just say this: I'd like to get close and personal with a razor sharp object. But lemme just say this: I'm not gonna stab you in the heart. What I'm gonna do is grab a pen, stab you in the neck, puncture your lungs, then slam a blunt object into your stomach and cause internal bleeding. Now before you die lemme just say this: I'm not complicated. But I'm like a sniper. I aim straight to the heart or the head, I'm straight and direct. I might hide 2 k's that way, you'll know when I hit you as soon as you hit the ground.