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

S and the world those little girls in jonesboro died all
alone down in arkansas woods little strapped up with
ammo do they know really what he's and the plan is
out
And morbid be gang bangers hang on smokin perfecto's and
I often search for but I ain't killed nobody stop it put
it on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death read
b
E baby debbie tell me did he die baby let's go to the
to the preacher to the pastor and I ain't no marilyn
manson I'm a rapper thugologist in the rapture I chance
it I got
Dren myself and I their well being demons seep under me
breathin see me help me and I ain't 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 twelve I in buckets reminisce
back
Lumbus in cleveland I'm poppin these niggas at 14 and I it
adrenaline rush for the get back gang war niggas fred ward
americas most wanted I'm haunted by sinister niggas paid
for
Mr. johnson 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 devil will hear you heard him go

Go little mitchell dead and gone from the mob boss bb
nina ross in the crossroads die off little off those and
assistant distant fry but they was kids right 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 the lawyers but I'm royal legally
unfoil little mitchell to this serpent uncoil pay
boy member 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 passin us by suspected of felony keep tellin
me they wanted me dead or alive will move me right fo sho

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

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