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Man of Grit A handshake sealed with blood and grit, No fuckin' promise made in vain. You bitch, you bastard—I won't quit, I'll laugh at you through all the pain. My word's a bomb, it doesn't bend, Those motherfuckers shut up fast. You slut, you whore, you reach your end, I've built a fortress from the past. I fight for what I call my own, No man alive can break my stride. You bastard, shut up, stand alone, The truth just lives here deep inside. They talk and talk with hollow tongues, But silence wins when steel is drawn. You bitch, you slut—you're all the same, I face the sun and welcome dawn. This life is harsh, I know the cost, But every scar is proudly worn. You motherfuckers, you get lost, My spirit never shall be torn.