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

S and f**k the world those little girls in died all
alone down in woods little mitchell strapped up with
ammo do they know really what he's and the plan is
out
And be gang bangers hang on corners smokin perfecto's and
I search for profit but I ain't killed nobody stop it put
it on 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note read
b
E debbie tell 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 thugologist in the rapture I wouldn't chance
it I got
myself and I watch their well being demons seep under me
breathin see me help me and I ain't dreamin and I dreamin
and I dreamin.

I stand in front of the with these runaway slaves of
justice blame it on thug music and abusive fo fathers
touch it when I was twelve I slept in buckets reminisce
juvy
Lumbus in cleveland I'm poppin these niggas at 14 and I it
adrenaline rush for the get back gang war 99th fred ward
americas most wanted I'm by sinister 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 little 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 they should die as if they
muthaf**kin big you dig.

I don't blame the babies it's the lawyers but I'm royal
unfoil little mitchell listenin to serpent uncoil pay
attention boy and eye for an eye go on and kill and you
wi
E give up the give up the ghost fry fry these are the
signs of the times passin us by suspected of felony tellin
me they wanted me dead or alive heaven will move me fo sho

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

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