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were born into desperate grief to those who gave mercy to killers and thieves
With her hair midnight black turning to grey and seven children standing

niggas ready to kill, don't go outside without that fye
Yeah you seein' all these foot prints cause I'm steppin' bout that nine

Have my killers on your

thank you, Jesus
Boy, boy, I see you fake flexing
I ain't even gotta lie
Liquor all in my liver
Weed all in my eyes
Woop
Cops pull up by surprise
She hit

(huh?)
Man, my opps ain't no killers, they don't got shooters
I'll box a nigga up, Skilla Zab Judah
They said they said I'm a bitch, who started that

a pimp?
Oh you really a fool, my rider a killer
She bang with the crew, smoking the opps
Yeah she know what to do, eyes for a nigga that's cooler than cool

Charged up
Rap Utopian dialect while you niggas all suck
Prime range killer Benz truck
Parked up
Spot me at the back of the bungalow groping double D Cups

Rosewood was a killer
Never guilty of a crime
Gone before anybody got to
See that bright light shine
Rosewood was mine (x4)
Rosewood was a saint

chillin by the beach 
My cell phone is out of reach 
I’ve been learning from the teacher 
Don’t you know Bobby the Goat 
I’ve been flipping like a gymnast

me
If a nigga got a problem, send his photo to me
Got a killer on my line who dont say no to me
Broke niggas get a thousand, take photos of it
Straight

(Killer going crazy)
(Simo Fre just killed it)

Yo, back but I ain't seen you in a minute (what's up?)
I'm doing fine
Homicidal takers in my

a broken hymnal

On the king's throne
Sits a crown of silver
Worn long ago
By the royal killer
Walls cave in
On the court of liars
Their last vote
Was

nowhere to go

Dust on the plains
Scorched by the sun
No one to help us
We're just killers on the run
The future is wide open
And the past ain't coming back

(What is Beretta 9)

(Vertigo Kane, Vicious gang, Killa army)

(Check!)

Wu mexicano killer beat to the death of me cooking mc's
you be mexican

she never fuck with a gun man
Spanish Town weh the killer come from
Mek she tan 'pon the long stallion
She no care, Valiant
Want give me everything

bitch
Terrifyin' these nigga's souls
666, we like that shit, see?
I've got a curse that just gets worse
I hate myself I belong in the dirt
Triple 6 killer

your gonna get popped with
A big cap like a dunce in the back where the chalk is
Not a killer but I'll stop your motion: Wallace and grommet
Ima flip yo

it all, I'm embracing
All of this hate that I know I be facing
Even when I put you in a coffin by your grave, it's
Never gonna change 'cause I caused

In the depths of London's misty nights
A shadow lurks, concealed by moonlight
He's the one they call Jack the Ripper
A phantom, a killer, a gruesome

the Sagittarius A, prrr!

Little by little
I'm building my building 
I'm building my skill list, I'm building my feelings
I'm building my kill list
I'm billing

Whoa, oh-oh
Trying to find some peace
In pain without a meaning in my life
I'm battling my demons tonight

Haha-ha-ha!
Torn apart by the undertow

And what you think is floating with the tide

No remorse
No repent
No regrets - because

You want dominion and your opinion
Is being made by surveys it

peace
Money way longer than centipedes
She try come back like she feelin' me
I know it stung like a killer bee when I looked at her crazy
I feel like Dek

in-and-outs
I ain't talking cheating when they run up in your missus house
Back then we made a killing, they call us killers now
And now we got the figures,

Don't try to call my phone, bitch, you gon' get the dial-tone
Came here by myself, and best believe I'ma die alone
Bitch, I'm a one-man army, I'ma ride