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Yeah man fuck that nigga Sintell he a bitch Really think he doing something Because he dropped some songs on his Soundcloud That nigga trash, what he drop like six songs? All of them trash I'm talking garbage Fucking garbage That nigga ass (HUHHHH) You boys sure do talk a-lot Like you don't know that all it takes is a single shot (Pew) Like I won't drop you and girl in ya favorite restaurant Like I won't saw your mothers head off in the hair salon Then send the head to your front door like a package from Amazon Like it won't get bloody out here like a used tampon Got damn it's about that time Mental break down mental enzyme Lose my shit commit a lil crime Fuck this shit you ready to die (Yeah, Huh) (Yeah, Huh) You ready to die? Yeah feeling like Chucky bitch I wanna play If you see me with the blade ain't nobody safe I wanna see the terror on their face I wanna see em run like back in the day I wanna see god go all out his way to save em when they pray I wonder how the bloods gonna taste Bitch do you have anything you wish to say? (Yeah, Huh) Okay Sintell listen dude we were just playing We love your music don't even know why we hating Your music's really fire like a five star rating And to be honest dude we're your biggest fans Like whats that song you dropped with the grumpy old man you Grunkle Stan bro that shit was fire So please don't hurt us And watch where you aim that thing (Ring) Hold that thought Hello Yes Sintell your talking to Satan Show these pussies What they get for hating Show em my son that we're not playing Hold that trigger and just keep spraying Show em my son that we're not playing Show these pussies what they get for hating Hold that trigger and just keep spraying Yes you're talking to Satan Okay Satan told me to end you fuckers You got two options quick or suffer Never mind I want you to pick a color Pick the wrong one you killed with mother Pick the right one you'll make it to supper Now bitch pick red or black (Uhh red) Poor you cause boy thats correct (What?) Didn't your mother teach you not to trust a maniac Welp guess not Its about 7:36 Supper starts at 8 o'clock Give me one reason not to kill you on the spot I have a thought you'd rather suffer Maybe in death you'll find some comfort Off with your leg oops excuse my blunder No truly thats really my bad No truly thats really my bad No truly thats really my bad I hope that fathers not mad Ya see I was just supposed to spray By holding this trigger like sorta this way (Hahaha) Welp that takes care of that ya know Fuckers Fucking haters See father look what I did I sprayed them to death they're dead (Hahaha)