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Say good night Cuz' this 45 tucked Aim down sight imma drain that blood Imma donate brains to your car headrest JFK You don't need no vest Bitch! Fuck you and your sympathy I just wanna die in peace Fuck you and your sympathy I just wanna die in peace Fuck you and your sympathy I just wanna die in peace Fuck you and your sympathy I just wanna die in peace Giving a motherfucker what they need not what they want They need to shut the fuck up so their teeth is what I stomp Watch him su su studder when I'm changing up my tone Dyll is the beheader if you try to take my throne Overthrown the lames so now I'm at where I belong He's blessed fuckin breathing but he's not blessed for very long Fuck you, your façade, is showing like its bomb I'm blowing up like the taliban Tally up all my arms I'm constantly underfire I'm wired to kill em all You fuckers are petty liars Imma purging em til I'm gone You got a big ass forehead Fuck you feelings im morbid Running my church no Mormon Tie him to the car and floor it Kill a whole man and move on Sipping that tea that oolong Hate little kids like Kumon Hole in yo head don't move wrong Holo through his head if he talk about some goofy shit Lay him down with lead hoe in a hooligan Who again I'm the the nigga that would go and shoot again Find where you stay burn your crib make you move again I don't got no hobbies I prefer a little homicide Fiddle with my fingers on the trigger pick out who to die Should I hang him by the neck and frame a sudden suicide Point the trigger to myself and try to figure who am I Obviously probably a mu'fucking prodigy Hold the gun solemnly keep yo apology Skin him to death and then watching his body bleed Killing that boy for a want and not just the need When you with me make sure you talking properly You are not human to me you my property Been a whole god so nobody is stoppin' me Pastor pranav or at least call me father p Kick from the k got my wrist feeling sore I got holo after holo leave that boy on the floor Imma kool aid man through the wall or a door Put the knife to his head till he dead kill the whore I don't got no hobbies I prefer a little homicide Fiddle with my fingers on the trigger pick out who to die Should I hang him by the neck and frame a sudden suicide Point the trigger to myself and try to figure who am I I don't know so I am slow el ey dying Talk bout the smoke but you always just typing Sharpen my nails but this world has been filing Walk what I talk and bitch and I'm always smiling