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I dont spread no strong message of violence nobody silence me quiet
gun shots start riots so do children fry them little boys dont try it
killem dont put it on crossroads put it on your lost
S and fuck the world those little girls in jonesboro died all alone
down in arkansas woods little mitchell strapped up with ammo
do they know really what hes thinkin and the plan is plotted out
And morbid be gang bangers hang on corners smokin perfectos
and I often search for profit but I aint killed nobody stop it
put it on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note read b
E baby debbie tell me did he die crazy baby lets go to the parents
to the preacher to the pastor and I aint no marilyn manson
Im a rapper thugologist in the rapture I wouldnt chance it I got
Dren myself and I watch their well being demons seep under me
breathin see me help me and I aint dreamin and I aint dreamin and I aint dreamin.

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I stand in front of the congress with these runaway slaves of justice
blame it on bone thug music and abusive fo fathers dont touch it
when I was twelve I slept in buckets reminisce juvy back
Lumbus in cleveland Im poppin these niggas at 14 and I loved it
adrenaline rush for the get back gang war 99th niggas fred ward
americas most wanted Im haunted by sinister niggas that paid for
Mr. mitchell johnson yous a grown man with no soul fry him at 15 years old
and heaven will rain down and unload fold with the murder mo murder mo
the devil will hear you moan heard him go heard
Go little mitchell dead and gone from the mob boss bb gambini nina ross
in the crossroads die off little demon off those and assistant distant fry
but they was kids right nigga these boyz is kil
Hatll split you wig and of course they should die as if they were muthafuckin big you dig.

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I dont blame the babies its the lawyers but Im royal legally unfoil little mitchell
listenin to this serpent uncoil pay attention boy member and eye for an eye
go on and kill and you soon wi
E give up the ghost give up the ghost fry fry these are the signs of the times
passin us by suspected of felony keep tellin me they wanted me dead or alive
heaven will move me right fo sho movin
Eavenz movie literal ku ku kids in the burbs shootin for the youth
for the world is so absurd blurry o critical thoughts of my fury with
tongues of double edge swords surely have faith in God b
M worried lookin at the lions in the crossroads hit em up with my crossbow
glory to jesus I love my mob break em off dawg lethally injected
hes just a kid aw he should die like hes muthafuck
G can you dig...........

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