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Killer
by Finchey!
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Imma ride until I die and pop pop a dumbass cracker
To all you clansman my 9 ain't shy kimber time a dumbass cracker
Is all you hear pop pop then you die, no more gray matter
I hate you clansman, prepare to die or put the money in the bag faster
Whatchu want? Stupid punk little chump
The grass is green, but now its red bleeding from a little stump
I chop off arms and hands give me the bands, this my last stand
Custard except my entire plan is to give all the land back
Neonazis get hit with my shotty
Clean up the body
Hide it in the shed
Iraq war, no more bombings
All the perpetrators will be dead
Violence or time, my design
Maintain dominance over the worst
Stick shift, run and hide
Nazis back off of my terf
World of violence, world of pain
It's enough to make you go insane
I cock back my gun put it to their heads might leave a hole in your brain
I run up the raps, don't run up no checks, ten verses written in a week
Insomnia hits, your life is now shit, enjoy your last good sleep
I live with the demons, have now entered hell, your soul is now mine to keep
You worked for the weekend, your life was hell, you trash talked those in the streets
But it turns out you never had that crown, now you're lying there in a heap
You tried to keep it down, but you were found out, now you take an very long sleep
Imma ride until I die and pop pop a dumbass cracker
To all you clansman my 9 ain't shy kimber time a dumbass cracker
Is all you hear pop pop then you die, no more gray matter
I hate you clansman, prepare to die or put the money in the bag faster
Whatchu want? Stupid punk little chump
The grass is green, but now its red bleeding from a little stump
I chop off arms and hands give me the bands, this my last stand
Custard except my entire plan is to give all the land back
Neonazis get hit with my shotty
Clean up the body
Hide it in the shed
Iraq war, no more bombings
All the perpetrators will be dead
Violence or time, my design
Maintain dominance over the worst
Stick shift, run and hide
Nazis back off of my terf
World of violence, world of pain
It's enough to make you go insane
I cock back my gun put it to their heads might leave a hole in your brain
I run up the raps, don't run up no checks, ten verses written in a week
Insomnia hits, your life is now shit, enjoy your last good sleep
I live with the demons, have now entered hell, your soul is now mine to keep
You worked for the weekend, your life was hell, you trash talked those in the streets
But it turns out you never had that crown, now you're lying there in a heap
You tried to keep it down, but you were found out, now you take an very long sleep
