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I spread no strong message of violence nobody silence me
quiet gun shots start riots so do children fry little boys
try it kill'em don't put it on crossroads put it on your

S and f**k the world those little girls in jonesboro all
down in arkansas woods little mitchell strapped up with
ammo do they know really he's thinkin and the plan is
out
And morbid be gang hang on corners smokin perfecto's and
I often search for profit but I killed nobody stop it put
it on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note
b
E baby debbie me did he die crazy baby let's go to the
parents to the preacher to the and I ain't no marilyn
manson I'm a rapper thugologist in the I wouldn't chance
it I got
Dren myself and I watch their well being seep under me
breathin see me help me and I ain't dreamin and I ain't
and I dreamin.

I stand in front of the congress with these slaves of
justice blame it on bone music and abusive fo fathers
don't it when I was twelve I slept in buckets reminisce
juvy
Lumbus in cleveland I'm poppin these niggas at 14 and I it
rush for the get back gang war 99th niggas fred ward
americas most wanted I'm by sinister niggas that paid
for
Mr. mitchell you's a grown man with no soul fry him at
15 years old and will rain down and unload fold with the
murder mo murder mo the will hear you moan heard him go

Go little mitchell and gone from the mob boss bb gambini
nina ross in the crossroads die off little off those and
assistant distant fry but they was kids right nigga boyz
is kil
Hat'll you wig and of course they should die as if they
were big you dig.

I blame the babies it's the lawyers but I'm royal legally
unfoil little mitchell listenin to this serpent pay
attention boy member and eye for an eye go on and and you
wi
E give up the ghost up the ghost fry fry these are the
signs of the times us by suspected of felony keep tellin
me wanted me dead or alive heaven will move me right fo sho

Eaven'z literal ku ku kids in the burbs shootin for the
youth for the world is so absurd blurry o critical of
my fury with tongues of double edge swords surely faith in
God b
M worried lookin at the in the crossroads hit 'em up with
my crossbow glory to jesus I my mob break 'em off dawg
lethally injected he's a kid aw he should die like he's

G can you dig...........