You got them face-tats, you ain't killing shit
You ain't peeling shit
Did I hurt your feelings bitch, f*ck your feelings bitch
They think 'cause I'm ignorant I ain't feeling shit
They ask why I'm militant, 'cause I'm killing shit
Stomp 'em out like Mitch Lucker, f*ck 'em
'Stendo clips and I lug 'em, tuck 'em
F*ck 'em up, bitch I'm causing ruckus
Y'all some puppets, a growth like fungus
You ain't real, you ain't with shit
Basement dwelling on bitch shit
Tarantino with the big clips
Let the chopper eat you like a picnic
They know when I come through I'm causing catastrophe
You ain't shit if you asking me
.223 bullets rip through your anatomy, it's kind of hard to think rationally
Won't push me me around, and you won't act an ass to me
I will make sure that you fast asleep
You ain't on my level, you damn sure ain't passing me
When you get good then get back to me
Trouble shit
Break that shit in half and swallow it
Murder kit
I'm gon' lose it, I'm gon' murder kids
Place your bids, how much longer 'til I throw a fit
Body pit, ain't you wonder what I f*cking did
Killing spree, I'm on my shit and I'm taking everything
Murder me, I'm hunting people, best hide your offspring
You got them face-tats, you ain't killing shit
Tell us all you sold a brick
Tell us all you shooting shit
We gon' get your body split
You got them face-tats, you ain't killing shit
You ain't peeling shit
Did I hurt your feelings bitch, f*ck your feelings bitch
They think 'cause I'm ignorant I ain't feeling shit
They ask why I'm militant, 'cause I'm killing shit
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You got them face-tats, you ain't killing shit
You ain't peeling shit
Did I hurt your feelings bitch, f*ck your feelings bitch
They think 'cause I'm ignorant I ain't feeling shit
They ask why I'm militant, 'cause I'm killing shit
Stomp 'em out like Mitch Lucker, f*ck 'em
'Stendo clips and I lug 'em, tuck 'em
F*ck 'em up, bitch I'm causing ruckus
Y'all some puppets, a growth like fungus
You ain't real, you ain't with shit
Basement dwelling on bitch shit
Tarantino with the big clips
Let the chopper eat you like a picnic
They know when I come through I'm causing catastrophe
You ain't shit if you asking me
.223 bullets rip through your anatomy, it's kind of hard to think rationally
Won't push me me around, and you won't act an ass to me
I will make sure that you fast asleep
You ain't on my level, you damn sure ain't passing me
When you get good then get back to me
Trouble shit
Break that shit in half and swallow it
Murder kit
I'm gon' lose it, I'm gon' murder kids
Place your bids, how much longer 'til I throw a fit
Body pit, ain't you wonder what I f*cking did
Killing spree, I'm on my shit and I'm taking everything
Murder me, I'm hunting people, best hide your offspring
You got them face-tats, you ain't killing shit
Tell us all you sold a brick
Tell us all you shooting shit
We gon' get your body split
You got them face-tats, you ain't killing shit
You ain't peeling shit
Did I hurt your feelings bitch, f*ck your feelings bitch
They think 'cause I'm ignorant I ain't feeling shit
They ask why I'm militant, 'cause I'm killing shit
You ain't peeling shit
Did I hurt your feelings bitch, f*ck your feelings bitch
They think 'cause I'm ignorant I ain't feeling shit
They ask why I'm militant, 'cause I'm killing shit
Stomp 'em out like Mitch Lucker, f*ck 'em
'Stendo clips and I lug 'em, tuck 'em
F*ck 'em up, bitch I'm causing ruckus
Y'all some puppets, a growth like fungus
You ain't real, you ain't with shit
Basement dwelling on bitch shit
Tarantino with the big clips
Let the chopper eat you like a picnic
They know when I come through I'm causing catastrophe
You ain't shit if you asking me
.223 bullets rip through your anatomy, it's kind of hard to think rationally
Won't push me me around, and you won't act an ass to me
I will make sure that you fast asleep
You ain't on my level, you damn sure ain't passing me
When you get good then get back to me
Trouble shit
Break that shit in half and swallow it
Murder kit
I'm gon' lose it, I'm gon' murder kids
Place your bids, how much longer 'til I throw a fit
Body pit, ain't you wonder what I f*cking did
Killing spree, I'm on my shit and I'm taking everything
Murder me, I'm hunting people, best hide your offspring
You got them face-tats, you ain't killing shit
Tell us all you sold a brick
Tell us all you shooting shit
We gon' get your body split
You got them face-tats, you ain't killing shit
You ain't peeling shit
Did I hurt your feelings bitch, f*ck your feelings bitch
They think 'cause I'm ignorant I ain't feeling shit
They ask why I'm militant, 'cause I'm killing shit
Writer: Niguel Deloatch
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