Placeholder: It's nothin' personal but you gotta do What you gotta do to Make it in a world that Doesn't even care about you You're in the wrong bar During the wrong night These are the cards you were dealt So why fight? I wish there would be another way but We really weren't given a choice I'm at the top of the food chain Baby and in my world you don't have a voice I don't want you, I want your blood It's nothin' personal but you gotta do What you gotta do to Make it in a world that Doesn't even care about you You're in the wrong bar During the wrong night These are the cards you were dealt So why fight? I wish there would be another way but We really weren't given a choice I'm at the top of the food chain Baby and in my world you don't have a voice I don't want you, I want your blood

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It's nothin' personal but you gotta do What you gotta do to Make it in a world that Doesn't even care about you You're in the wrong bar During the wrong night These are the cards you were dealt So why fight? I wish there would be another way but We really weren't given a choice I'm at the top of the food chain Baby and in my world you don't have a voice I don't want you, I want your blood

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