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Not with brooms and canes not with crosses and chains
Some others might be casted out with faster than pain
We a generation of killers from

the heat," 'cause these niggas be schemin'
He go with his mood and lil' bro go to squeezin'
I go make my move, he be dead by the weekend
It won't take much

Extra on top
Killer on the rocks
Bad to the bush
She makes a killing and they all come running

I don't know
Take me by the hand
I'm on fire
And they

Heartless Horned Kings, godless barbarians
murderers, killers, we scar your land
we don't defend, we'll never love
only one language...and that's

bullets whistle like the wind blowing
Real killers move in silence ain't no tip toeing
Ain't no half stepping lord this my last question
Can you get us out

did homework, I was going home with the work, no tutor
Used to having nothing
Grew up with the hustlers and the killers
Now I'm kickin' it with Puffy

this ain’t that then let it burn
Expect if I do good then you’d do good by me but in return
Show no love it get cutthroat
Trust nobody on truss no no

section with my weapon, ain't no checkin' in
All the killers give me my respect, they know I get it in
Ain't nothin' on this bitch, I need her mouth, I

ashamed
He said to them “we’re all the same”
A killer by no other name
Is qualified
Opposing forces don’t realize
That I’m not here to compromise
My country

I'm dead gone
Yeah, day one niggas turn to killers
Paper Backwood, Swishers, tryna smoke me like a damn bong
Like we ain't send that rock for paper,

9 souls
9 souls

9 Souls in church
Were killed today
By a man
For whom they prayed

The killer denied
Down deep inside
That his blood
Was the same

by drinking all the booze.

But sometimes I see you there…
In the deep trails of my brain

Killer spiders roamed around the room last nite.
They took

ain't good enough for yo ass, bitch motherfucker need to learn some class
Stay in a child's place 'fore I whoop that ass, then the Killer Bee gone have

ready so I bathroom floored it
Peeked on to the stalls, they all was empty
Bent her by the toilets (toilets)
Her friend got an app idea, bitch think

Top floor of the view alone will leave you breathless
Try to catch it, it's kinda hard
Getting choked by detectives yeah, yeah, now check the method

Hey, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Without me getting ahead talking about shit
I go by the name of Mr. Thanksgiving aka
Mrs. (?) dj the fuck

FOR YEARS WE DIDN´T STOP TO PLAY DOWN CRIMINALITY
AND WE´VE SPARED KILLERS BY REASON OF INSANITY
NOW, LATE AT NIGHT YOU ARE AFRAID TO LEAVE YOUR SAFE

And I don't need a name
I'm a killer 
A slayer 
A man who's lost his way 
I need an angel 
To slay 

I see red 

It's easy for you baby
His eyes match

shade but I'm chillin' by your money tree
Which means getting bread's no problem
Yall' cats need a prayer, call Creflo Dollar
The women never hit you

blue dot

every way erodes the lines 'til there's no good, there's only kind
kids and killers shed their bones on this, the only home we've known

be wiggas
Same wannabes wanna be killers, mh-mh
Weak-ass rhymes (weak), weak-ass lines (weak)
Same old synths, them weak-ass slides (facts)
Fresh

with my favorite serial killer show 
Knife in my hands just in case you get close 

Oh and I hope you get exactly what you give 
Oh and I hope life sucks

(Got the beat by powers and we just made a banger)
Okay

Bitch, I rock, roll, then cock, blow (okay)
Off my socks, hoes, I get them bitches wet

like a grown beetle
Back to back me and mizzy
Ouww yeah the weekend litty
Slam dunk contest only got me
dunking my nuts in titties 
Orders by the cases