Kill 'em
I never knew I’d have the urge to kill
And that it would feel like such a thrill
Doin harm to a guy so wrong
Just wanting a broke nigga gone
Get a group, attack, attack!
Beat his ass do not lack
Go all out, he’s crazy you know
Talkin’ ‘bout bustin caps, he won’t show
He’s crazy, he’s crazy, he’s 32
Bein so old, he doesn’t have a clue
Yo I’m talkin 1 vs. 104
Catch a nigga ‘for he runs out the door
Pussy ass bitch right hook to the face
I’ll hold open his eyes, you spray the mace
Knock his ass out, and wait til he wakes
We gonna kill him, this is all it takes
Take back what is rightfully mine
Leave his ass dead behind
Leave him layin in his own cold blood
Steal his weed; get the world high on bud
Go home, relax, don’t worry bout a thing
For he no longer is my best friend’s king
And she realizes he is just a scrub
So she’s happy she didn’t make him her hub
And we chill and hang, like from the start
And the bastard will rot from him toes to his heart.
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