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he is a dead man walking
I find out of him while we're talking
he hurt you that, son of a bitch
he will feel my personal knuckle sandwich

we will protect you, dom and I
my heartbroke and I wanted to cry
you tell me and my emotions stir
I want to kill him, at least I'm sure

it stared with you being good
doing somthing you normaly should
fragile porciline didn't protect you
I would take you away and him I'd sue

you were eight years young
he was cold blooded like somthing with a forked tounge
somthing stupid as, not enough soap
if it were up to me he would be wearing a neckalace of rope

he lifted you up by the neck
there were brusies, no need to check
and threw you across the room
with that he sealed his own doom

dom swooped in and saved your life
for that i owe him my own life
he took you to a park
even if was cold and dark

your father was lucky i wasn't there
but at my age then it would be unfair
if it happened with mr like i am now
him living I wouldn't allow

I care for you E i really do
there is nothing i wouldn't do for you
I love Dom for being your deflector
but now i will step up to be your protector