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

S and f**k the world those little girls in jonesboro all
alone in arkansas woods little mitchell strapped up with
do they know really what he's thinkin and the plan is
out
And morbid be gang bangers on corners smokin perfecto's and
I search for profit but I ain't 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
to the preacher to the pastor and I ain't no marilyn
manson I'm a thugologist in the rapture I wouldn't chance
it I got
Dren myself and I watch well being demons 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 runaway slaves of
justice blame it on bone music and abusive fo fathers
don't touch it when I was twelve I in buckets reminisce
back
Lumbus in cleveland I'm 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 sinister niggas that
for
Mr. mitchell johnson a grown man with no soul fry him at
15 years old and heaven will rain down and fold with the
murder mo murder mo the will hear you moan heard him go

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

I don't blame the it's the lawyers but I'm royal legally
unfoil mitchell listenin to this serpent uncoil pay
attention boy and eye for an eye go on and kill and you
wi
E give up the ghost give up the ghost fry fry are the
signs of the times passin us by suspected of felony tellin
me they wanted me dead or alive heaven will 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 at the lions in the crossroads hit 'em up with
my crossbow glory to I love my mob break 'em off dawg
lethally injected he's just a kid aw he die like he's

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