February
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Yo my mama ask me why im so cold
Damn biatch understand im born with out a soul
Born 2 do evil things
When im scream im spitting in ya ear
Do bad things every single fakking year
I'm standing in the bathroom with a Tommy gun
Looking forward 2 everything fun
I can only c the beauty in the beast
Now is the devil fakking released
When im going loose with my gun its
like the darkest night meets the coldest winter
Have no mercy
Love when the light in ya eyes die
Love 2 hear ya beg and cry
B4 I finish ya of
Let me punch these fakking words in your head real simple and plain
im a psychopath totally fucking insane
Raping about nothing
My beat is the rain
Ya think im bluffing
Then ya can have a nice conversation with my 22
I promise he want 2 talk with u
Stop b so fucking blue
I can give ya a clue
Life is hard
But deaf is so fakking easy
Madder fakker
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