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I don't spread no strong message of violence silence me
quiet gun shots start riots so do children fry little boys
don't try it kill'em don't put it on put it on your

S and f**k the those little girls in jonesboro died all
alone down in arkansas woods little mitchell strapped up
ammo do they know really what he's and the plan is
out
And morbid be gang bangers hang on corners smokin 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 tell me did he die crazy let's go to the
parents to the preacher to the pastor and I no marilyn
manson I'm a rapper thugologist in the rapture I wouldn't
it I got
Dren myself and I watch their well being demons seep me
see me help me and I ain't dreamin and I ain't dreamin
and I dreamin.

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

Go mitchell dead 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 these
is kil
Hat'll split you wig and of course they die as if they
muthaf**kin big you dig.

I don't blame the babies 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 passin us by suspected of keep tellin
me they wanted me dead or alive heaven move me right fo sho

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

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