Rittenhouse
We, the jury, find the defendant, Kyle H Rittenhouse, not guilty
As to the fourth count of the information, Anthony Huber
We, the jury, find the defendant, Kyle H Rittenhouse, not guilty
As to the fifth count of the information, Gaige Grosskreutz
We, the jury, find the defendant, Kyle A Rit-, Kyle H Rittenhouse, not guilty
Not guilty
Do you feel bad, for Rosenbaum, not really
The mob threatened Kyle's life, he got busy, pah-pah-pow
It wasn't self-defense, man, y'all silly, what?
Y'all just wanna burn the city, but it's not guilty
Shouldn't pop off, mess around, and get knocked off
Man, y'all just should've just walked off
Wit' your knocks off, wit' the sawed off
We got big sticks, y'all are nitwits
Bring a 380, you will get lit
I'm a Christian, with logistics
Y'all are misfits, with the lipstick, meh
Okay, and I just came to paint the picture
Your brains are on the pavement
'Cause you ain't the victor
What is this about?
You should'a been quicker
You gon' listen now?
Too late
Y'all about to make me pull a Rittenhouse
Bring the muscle, pull up at a politician house
Come and take it, the 2A'll make you listen, now
And, y'all just tryna send us to the prison house
This a mission
Y'all about to make me pull a Rittenhouse
Bring the muscle, pull up at a politician house
Come and take it, the 2A'll make you listen, now
And, y'all just tryna send us to the prison house
This a mission
Y'all about to make me pull a Rittenhouse
Listen, we don't wanna do it, uh-uh
You forcin' us to move, and you forcin' us to use it, don't do it
You forcin' us to organize, and that is how I view it
Trust me, you are gon' be mortified, if we decide to lose it
Oh-KAY!
Got the camo, wit' the ammo
Call me Rambo, this game
Got the red dot, for the headshot
Better get it off my lane
An' y'all don't want the smoke
An', y'all don't really want the pain
And, y'all ain't nothin' but a joke
It's nothin' you can really gain
Okay, don't step foot, up on my land
If you don't know, I'm 'bout to tell you
There's a line, up in the sand
So, what is this about, huh?
And please, don't force my hand
You gon' listen now?
Too late
Y'all about to make me pull a Rittenhouse
Bring the muscle, pull up at a politician house
Come and take it, the 2A'll make you listen, now
And y'all just tryna send us, to the prison house
This a mission
Y'all about to make me pull a Rittenhouse
Bring the muscle, pull up at a politician house
Come and take it, the 2A'll make you listen, now
And, y'all just tryna send us to the prison house
This a mission
Y'all about to make me pull a Rittenhouse
As to the fourth count of the information, Anthony Huber
We, the jury, find the defendant, Kyle H Rittenhouse, not guilty
As to the fifth count of the information, Gaige Grosskreutz
We, the jury, find the defendant, Kyle A Rit-, Kyle H Rittenhouse, not guilty
Not guilty
Do you feel bad, for Rosenbaum, not really
The mob threatened Kyle's life, he got busy, pah-pah-pow
It wasn't self-defense, man, y'all silly, what?
Y'all just wanna burn the city, but it's not guilty
Shouldn't pop off, mess around, and get knocked off
Man, y'all just should've just walked off
Wit' your knocks off, wit' the sawed off
We got big sticks, y'all are nitwits
Bring a 380, you will get lit
I'm a Christian, with logistics
Y'all are misfits, with the lipstick, meh
Okay, and I just came to paint the picture
Your brains are on the pavement
'Cause you ain't the victor
What is this about?
You should'a been quicker
You gon' listen now?
Too late
Y'all about to make me pull a Rittenhouse
Bring the muscle, pull up at a politician house
Come and take it, the 2A'll make you listen, now
And, y'all just tryna send us to the prison house
This a mission
Y'all about to make me pull a Rittenhouse
Bring the muscle, pull up at a politician house
Come and take it, the 2A'll make you listen, now
And, y'all just tryna send us to the prison house
This a mission
Y'all about to make me pull a Rittenhouse
Listen, we don't wanna do it, uh-uh
You forcin' us to move, and you forcin' us to use it, don't do it
You forcin' us to organize, and that is how I view it
Trust me, you are gon' be mortified, if we decide to lose it
Oh-KAY!
Got the camo, wit' the ammo
Call me Rambo, this game
Got the red dot, for the headshot
Better get it off my lane
An' y'all don't want the smoke
An', y'all don't really want the pain
And, y'all ain't nothin' but a joke
It's nothin' you can really gain
Okay, don't step foot, up on my land
If you don't know, I'm 'bout to tell you
There's a line, up in the sand
So, what is this about, huh?
And please, don't force my hand
You gon' listen now?
Too late
Y'all about to make me pull a Rittenhouse
Bring the muscle, pull up at a politician house
Come and take it, the 2A'll make you listen, now
And y'all just tryna send us, to the prison house
This a mission
Y'all about to make me pull a Rittenhouse
Bring the muscle, pull up at a politician house
Come and take it, the 2A'll make you listen, now
And, y'all just tryna send us to the prison house
This a mission
Y'all about to make me pull a Rittenhouse
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