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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 head, in the tint of magenta
You're gory, cats that be thugging or bugging
if they bring it me, reverse it
a walk back, rehearse it, think it over, direct it
at someone else that flip on you and stab you for respect kid
Your idol, your average psycho, leave you bludgeoned
I pack a listen up cousin I'll leave you stuffed in - a coffin
Cut up like diamonds, shut up when I'm or get
Your mouth blown off get me upset
You walking vaginas, like miners, you're spineless
Looking for Necro's, for trouble you'll find it
So die quick, you bitches need the
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 whack, while me - my minds rugged
I see it's my time to bludgeon I take a and buck it
You suckers, die slowly, me like I'm holy, Godly - the one and only
able to be played, I'm from BK
I need for he-say, she-say, you should be afraid
If you shit about me you can't relate
I'm a teacher - I'll ya - I got a degree in hate
So kill yourself, before somebody
you - before you get the chance to, you should be dealt
The cause of death, by own flesh
You want to kill yourself now kid? I won't with you, you know best
There's no test I haven't
You test me you'll be the past - you'll be a cadaver fast
That's you want, that's what you get
wana get cut We'll cut off your head
I offer instead the to turn your body around in the stands
Now me you must learn to follow my commands
back packers! You fudge-packers
shout to thugs and cats that pack axes
Death to new jacks, you're gassed you made a track
Your ass, you get played and cracked and the blade'll be shoved in back
his fucking face!! Now kid
bash it, it, he asked for it slash it
But I get caught? So what?
Do it anyway, bring the onslaught
It's like I kill somebody, now matter how hard I try to be good
I can't, you won't let me - now getting deadly
Grab the buck knife - fuck
him, fuck you - now tell me what's the price!?
25 to life or you living? I'd rather you see
Good riddance - your head fucking
aggression, swing a fist
blast a gun, crack a bat - over somebody's
never be done ever - that's how Satan made it
Created all of us to be filled hatred
Pain and anger off the banger
off you piece of shit I'll strangle ya'
You getting cracked in the face with brass knuckles on my
Fuck you - you're a bitch - I stuff you in a ditch
So puff a - smoke your shit to this
Get you open like a shove a knife in your tits
Its not it's technical
someone sadistic stabs you in your ventricles
Mad thought takes place should I him in the face or in the waist?
You get replaced and
Now face the burners G one hundred bullets enter body
Now dead for eternity you can't come back
you're stabbed like a thumb tack I'm addicted to gats
Like uncle Howie does so spark the stem
And I'ma teach you kids why your is a gem
Study the my butcher knife lingo
Rips you to pieces unos, dose, tres, quatro, cinqo in your back
Burn you to charcoal - black ashes attack your soul with an axe
Jus' because you're dead doesn't mean you're really
I'd rather kill you in the instead
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 three times before the pain begins to decrease...

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