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that’s a waste
Turn this on and here we go
Come the bass come the bass
We are going diamonds
Crippling by 
We are going diamonds
Everyone lives
that’s a waste
Turn this on and here we go
Come the bass come the bass
We are going diamonds
Crippling by 
We are going diamonds
Everyone lives
[Haystak]
My minds constantly in money gettin mode
I done seen bitches flip like them Sony explodes
I came by way of a long bumpy road
Doin eighty it's all
Desolation as the killers
Scavenge the corpses of the slain

Insane desire, killing cannot end
Psychotic evil, mania
Stimulation by the blood
Searching
Sun goes down and trolls crawl out of their holes
I am waiting the fuckers with my blow-torch
Chorus:I am the killer of trolls, I show the fuckers no
All of them killers won't make it out
Car crash, call it, racin' out
All of them killers won't make it out
Car crash, call it, racin' out
Got
And said "I wish it was hot and not so hard"
She had the power to predict and refuse
Her crippling fears she wore around like a crown
Just then a choke
Eighteen wheeler
Stone cold killer
Hit it and quit her
Ba-by

No heart stealer
Sex dealer
Don't pull the trigger
Bang-bang

No you're never gonna
the hatred that lead to this carnage

Infested by love, a stone cold killer
Hacking and gnashing without remorse
Pipe fed to her cave, blinded by rage
I
another day
Sick
Drunk
Blow
Job
The smell is here
Hangs like a killer
Hangs like a deadman
And I can't take another day
Some kind of bra-wearin'-hairy-fish
Click erase the device, give thanks, then clear out the room.
Blow kisses, wave them goodbye, goodnight.
Mindset of a killer, with your gaze,
You paint
on a stairway to heaven
Ayy, ye ain't no killer, nigga, ye ain't no killer, boy
Ye ain't no killer, nigga, ye ain't no killer, boy

I took a sip and then I
pushing me
Yo yo yo! ok, let's go

After a lekker zef show there by tings n times
This hot chick steps to me and says, "I dig your rhymes!"
I said,
coulda's
And "why didn't 'tcha dida's"
Crippling snippets aimed at the heart
To inflame and impart blame
Framed like Mumia
Verbal diarrhea
Creating
Japanese killer 
In a German car 
Two model wanna-be's 
By his side 
Iranian target 
An American bar 
Enjoys his final blow-job 
And French
this year 

You got the white house 

Protected by the government killers 

We got the crack house 

Protected by them neighborhood dealers
rattle shakin´ bones
He´s a stone cold killer here to take me home
No one know where the cold wind blow
>From the mouth of mister rattle shakin´ bones
to blow
So if you come around then you should know

I'll tear you up in two
Go ahead walk it off if you know what's best for you.
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh oh

I'm
thug niggas
All the pimps and the drug dealers
Thieves and the motherfuckin' killers
The ones who ain't never had shit
That's why we get crunk in
need a place to hide away.
Are you ready are you ready

Whose the real docs of death
Oh no it's doctor death

Killer man atomic b-boys in japan.
gonna do
I'm from Detroit, blow the reveille
Deatho knocko
That's me, little old me, glamorous me

Johnny can't read
Blah-blah-blah
I' can't see
I'm from detroit
Blow the reveille
Deatho knocko
That's me little ol'me
Glamorous me

Johnny can't read
Blah blah blah
I' can't see
Blah blah
guerrillas, mercenary killers
Beat's by the Pound, haters get clowned
Gone worldwide, but true to the underground

(P and Silkk)
Blow coheva blunts, keep e'm
education guns crack
The gang violence done that
Nighttime, the guns blow, streets got snitches
dealers, bitches, killers and blunt smoke, clubs open
your mind to blow, baby
When you free your mind and let it float
Let me roll
We want your mind to blow
Just let us hang with you

Hanging in