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I put a tag on a toe for a bag
of do I'm a psycho silly mother
that wants to put you in a you
better be a man you are about to be
a goner I am really dangerous I just
loads you must lick chodes but what
if I pick the up I will shoot your whole damn block up put up your guard and I will
shoot up the fence I will destroy your self confidence an if a bitch has got a problem I am probably going to shoot them in the face and erase you is not a God damn thing you could say or do so just siphon out my goo
when triggers are flickering it will be something to see bitches are sickening to fuck with me so quickly it will be over so wickedly that there will be no forgiven thee honestly man I ran a funeral service murdering many men that are worthless an I feel like I found my purpose I am going harder than a fat bitch on a treadmill I shoot to kill cause I am ill I am a really big deal with an ego ideal so fuck how ya feel I am gripping the steel bitch I got that full magazine for real

All I seen is blood shed
9 to the head 9 more dead man I am really wasted an I got away so clean cause I hit a mother with a full magazine

an now the are on the scene

an automatic
smoking a ton of chronic
you
like my name was Sonic I be
the
ever did it hit it and quit it I
am feeling good like a villain
should hood goes crazy I pass
hoes saying there goes that
masked man driving that
minivan without windows
Tech a Nina up in the I be geeked
up off of that Tina that Christina drinking a margarita showing off my
Peter people always treating me I
came in last place like I am a
from outer space with a disfigured
face boy you want to battle then ya
get ready to wrestle everybody has got problems & you're nothing really
fat bitch think I'm truly nuts when they're the ones that I see deep throating donuts everybody acts like an HOE fuck
the gloves and the mask tell them it was me bitches be asking me why do you got a full magazine bitches are first to die when I get upon the scene these be sayin'
sick in the brain had a lot of cocaine an none of his bullets remain that fuckin'
guy's

You don't want to look the mind
of a full of ammo & an MO
you're a dyke hoe and I will chop ya
from out of the window I drop ya so
fuck a bitch I will pop ya better
believe my full magazine will stop ya
I'll never be caught in the act I murder everybody that is a fact I'm full
fully stacked an I'm the hate is
getting pretty open your mind cause
I'm deadly like that could've been fireworks could've been a gat I'm a really cold cat I be running like I'm on that skat an I will lay you out flat with a knife or a gun or a bat I know where you're at an you're history you're a bitch to me ya better prepare for permanent injury special delivery from my artillery acting so wickedly getting the job done viciously with a handgun everybody else is on one bullshit I take none I got a full magazine so you better run so your machete you're dead to me already I'm like Jason and Freddy ya better bring the cavalry because a lot of serial killers I envy

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