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I'm a psycho with a rifle, one hand on the Bible
Ain't a killer, but I'll kill you
I don't fear you, you are a feeble
Pop goes the weasel, when I see

Have anyone ever fell in love at first sight with a song?
Heart, eyes, and ears will all feel like you got dropped by a thunder

I am sure you all

lives are, and try and pass it off by driving a fast car, or wearing a fucking leopard-skin pill-box hat?

You are not Chapman or Dylan
Go take a look in

Walking around in a blood soaked gown
Nobody 'round here knows the secrets
This is killer-city, I know what's up
Telling your friends about me in

killers is really pussy when you meet in person
But fuck it, whatever, I heard pussy is power
But if you threaten with straps, all I see is a coward
Jesus

it
08, now I'm back in an apartment
But my passion wasn't phased by the hardship I kept goin
I booked more shows, I made more songs
And I even brought

I'm a killer on the mic
Light work like a hike
Cycle through like a bike
Collect tolls no turnpike
Body audio right
Whether day or at night
I'll give

practice out on the back of my head
Sure makes things interesting, makes a killer think twice
Bout hanging my guns up in the basement and take some
Lessons

Wake up in the morning
Like a snowflake in the sun
A butterfly in Harlesden
No I don't have very long

Need an early warning
There's a killer

a pizza this that domino effect whole family in the theater it's like shakespeare took a shit and cut you down a meter yo your eyes all red make a killer

still head back clippin,
we spin their block we hit his melon had him head back grippin,
pussy got caught by the hellies lucky death didn't grip him,

gotta ask if my killy gon' complete the mission, he dead if he catch 'em (boom, boom, boom)
.762s, .556s, 308, he on a stretcher
By myself, I'll spin in

cyy, always moving with a bounce
Scaling baggies by the ounce
Table filled with large amounts
Hard to even keep count, yeah
Check the interior, nothing's

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

a third world war 
(We're really done for)
I'm a killer mob
In the shopping mall
I'm the human form

(God's plan) what was he taking?
(Cocaine) but I

(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

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

La-da-da-da
La-da-da-da
Ooh

My god, this pain is a killer
I know it's a matter of time
Until you look in the mirror
And wish I was by your side

some killers and we sipping on some millers
Creeping through your block cause you know that I'm a driller
When I see a body drop yeah my pupils they get

(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

pussies, that's clear
Damn, it's so bright, I can't open my eyes in the mirror
I'm blinded by love, not the fear
I've put this work in for years and years

to dance with me - the Dance of Death, the ballet of killer horror!

STRIKE!  Hammer Fist.
STRIKE! The Flaming Eye.
STRIKE! Bear Claw.

We enter the unknown

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

at eatin' dick, don't spit it up, she always swallow
I'm surrounded by all these killers, for all of us to slide, we need a Tahoe
My squad trust me with