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Warnin' signs of Satanic behavior such as a reclusive behavior And listenin' exclusively to heavy metal rock music All of this to the point of addiction You should look further for ritual items, such as a pentagram 30 rounds in the clip, movin' pounds not a zip Hit my line for the brick, do a line numb my lip Keep an iron in the whip, bitch, I'll slide so don't trip Wanna play, I won't skip, I'll shoot these bullets 'til you drip Have your gang-gang postin' RIP, like, tell 'em get the fuck back Tell 'em if they pull up, we gon' bust that Tell 'em if they want it, we can get 'em where they brain at Tell 'em we don't play that, tell 'em 'bout my face tat' Tell 'em when I die I'm an end up where the flames at Tell 'em how I praise that, tell better run if I spray that Tell 'em I'ma get 'em in they head, make 'em lay back Put 'em in the ground with the dirt Six feet deep, let his mama feel the hurt Talkin' all that shit, now they posted on a shirt Tried to tell 'em I was on that, they wanna stop 'til 'em bullets made they jaw crack I don't give a fuck 'bout where you from, I need all that, run that semi-automatic Make 'em fall back, get 'em in the leg and make 'em crawl back Pull up in the all black, shoot 'til the blood splat, bleed If you discover items such as these Experts say as you contact your local law enforcement agency at once
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