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I'm Your

I rock a pair of butter
And blood drips on my kicks when the boxcutter strikes - flesh
Your skin is tender, it's shredded like it's in a
The red drips from your head, in the of magenta
You're left gory, cats that be or bugging
if bring it towards me, reverse it
Take a back, rehearse it, think it over, direct it
at someone else that flip on you and stab you for respect kid
Your idol, average psycho, I'll leave you bludgeoned
I pack a rifle listen up cousin I'll leave you stuffed in - a
Cut up like diamonds, shut up when I'm or get
Your mouth blown off don't get me
You walking vaginas, talking like miners, spineless
Looking for Necro's, for trouble you'll find it
So die quick, you bitches the Heimlich
From sucking my dick, now drop the recital I'm idol
When I - fuck it, I kick raps like a slime bucket
I back getting blowed by a dime - suck it
You think whack, me - my minds rugged
I see it's my time to bludgeon I take a nine and it
You suckers, die slowly, respect me like I'm holy, - the one and only
Hardly to be played, I'm from BK
I need for he-say, she-say, you should be afraid
If you talk shit me you can't relate
I'm a teacher - beat ya - I got a degree in hate
So kill yourself, before somebody
Kills you - you get the chance to, you should be dealt
The cause of death, by your own
You want to kill yourself now kid? I won't argue you, you know best
There's no I haven't passed
You test me be the past - you'll be a walking cadaver fast
what you want, that's what you get
wana get cut off? We'll cut off head
I offer instead the chance to turn body around in the stands
Now facing me you must to follow my commands
Fuck packers! You fudge-packers
shout outs to and cats that pack axes
Death to new jacks, you're gassed 'cause you a track
Your ass, you get and cracked and the blade'll be shoved in your back
his fucking face!! Now kid
bash it, smash it, he for it slash it
But I might get So what?
Do it anyway, bring the onslaught
It's like I gota kill somebody, now matter how hard I try to be
I can't, you let me - now start getting deadly
Grab the knife - fuck life
him, fuck you - now tell me what's the price!?
25 to life or you I'd rather you see dead
Good riddance - your head splitting
aggression, swing a fist
blast a gun, a bat - over somebody's back
I'll never be done ever - that's how Satan it
Created all of us to be filled hatred
Pain and anger off the banger
Fuck off you piece of shit I'll ya'
You getting cracked in the face brass knuckles on my fist
Fuck you - you're a - I should stuff you in a ditch
So puff a - smoke your shit to this
Get you open like a clitoris shove a in your tits
Its not it's technical
when someone sadistic stabs you in your
Mad thought takes should I stab him in the face or in the waist?
You get and erased
Now face the burners G one bullets enter your body
Now you're dead for eternity you can't come
When you're stabbed like a thumb I'm addicted to gats
uncle Howie does crack so spark the stem
And I'ma teach you why your carcass is a gem
the bloody my butcher knife lingo
Rips you to unos, dose, tres, quatro, cinqo holes in your back
Burn you to death charcoal - black ashes your soul with an axe
Jus' because you're dead doesn't mean really dead
I'd rather kill you in the afterlife
You ain't getting no peace but in peace
Pieces one thousand parts at least the maggots in will feast
You'll be deceased at least three before the pain begins to decrease...

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