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K9thedestroyerlow life thats why i snipe with magnified optic sight wrong or right name your price fight or flight gun or knife real triphe machete slice praying to christ soul take flight drinking smoking fucking right gun fight mic check slit your kneck twin semi tech no redneck not a test take it out your flesh we all visitors in the table of the holy one even my evil twin devil son robb you for your fund's redrum big precision no fussing no discussion hand cuff nothing twin semi something touch him tear drop its nothing better hush it or blood gushing dame im busting cussing but no discussion only percussion drumming im a gunman for hire stone fire pulling teeth vice grip players starting a empire but man down ratchet fire water whipp phine desire hell quior smell the chevy tires masked up modern day Michahel myers send your mom flowers no lieing no one surviving i aint lie ing meant no one surviving have your people under night sky or broad day ill chop stick shit stupid bitch mother fucker writing with oven mitts no shit im. gone box you up no wrestling little bit mental carrying a pistol keep shit simple murk pencil ink pen my potential be judgmental ill turn sinful
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low life thats why i snipe with magnified optic sight wrong or right name your price fight or flight gun or knife real triphe machete slice praying to christ soul take flight drinking smoking fucking right gun fight mic check slit your kneck twin semi tech no redneck not a test take it out your flesh we all visitors in the table of the holy one even my evil twin devil son robb you for your fund's redrum big precision no fussing no discussion hand cuff nothing twin semi something touch him tear drop its nothing better hush it or blood gushing dame im busting cussing but no discussion only percussion drumming im a gunman for hire stone fire pulling teeth vice grip players starting a empire but man down ratchet fire water whipp phine desire hell quior smell the chevy tires masked up modern day Michahel myers send your mom flowers no lieing no one surviving i aint lie ing meant no one surviving have your people under night sky or broad day ill chop stick shit stupid bitch mother fucker writing with oven mitts no shit im. gone box you up no wrestling little bit mental carrying a pistol keep shit simple murk pencil ink pen my potential be judgmental ill turn sinful
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