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

S and f**k the world little girls in jonesboro died all
alone down in arkansas woods little mitchell up with
ammo do they really what he's thinkin and the plan is
out
And morbid be bangers hang 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 and the death note read
b
E baby debbie me did he die crazy baby let's go to the
parents to the preacher to the pastor and I ain't no
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
see me help me and I ain't dreamin and I ain't dreamin
and I dreamin.

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

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

I don't blame the babies it's the lawyers but I'm royal
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 give up the fry fry these are the
of the times passin us by suspected of felony keep tellin
me they wanted me dead or heaven will move me right fo sho

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

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