Weak Lil Hitman Troll
weak lil Hitman troll careful of the dice you roll once your dead, your blood runs cold Then your flesh begins to mold Not every hit your sold Is gonna be an easy fold! Weak lil Hitman troll You cant ever kill my soul Weak lil Hitman troll Ill wack ya like a wacka mole With a .45 caliber hole Weak lil Hitman troll Meet my ruger barrel roll Weak lil Hitman troll You cant ever kill my soul Weak lil Hitman troll Ill wack ya like a wacka mole With a .45 caliber hole Weak lil Hitman troll Meet my ruger barrel roll Weak lil hitman Thinks hes tough shit man But he will never get me Im too clever, too witty! I got My Ruger .45 Ready to take him out the city Dont matter if its midnight Or even if its mid-day Ill make his day extra shittay Snuff him out with no pittay Im always down To get down and grittay Shoot his brains out Tell him have a git day Wipe him off the map Like an ass to a biday Then re-oil my gun Like a sex slave to Didday This weak lil hitman troll Will regret being sent my way Cause I ain't gonna let him get away Aint no way! Soon as he goes for the gun on his waist Ill have my .45 pointed in his face Lots of hot led he will taste He'll never make it back To his colerain place He'll be lying on his back Outlined in white chalk trace Surrounded by crime scene tape Weak lil Hitman troll You cant ever kill my soul Weak lil Hitman troll Ill wack ya like a wacka mole With a .45 caliber hole Weak lil Hitman troll Meet my ruger barrel roll Weak lil Hitman troll You cant ever kill my soul Weak lil Hitman troll Ill wack ya like a wacka mole With a .45 caliber hole Weak lil Hitman troll Meet my ruger barrel roll
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weak lil Hitman troll careful of the dice you roll once your dead, your blood runs cold Then your flesh begins to mold Not every hit your sold Is gonna be an easy fold! Weak lil Hitman troll You cant ever kill my soul Weak lil Hitman troll Ill wack ya like a wacka mole With a .45 caliber hole Weak lil Hitman troll Meet my ruger barrel roll Weak lil Hitman troll You cant ever kill my soul Weak lil Hitman troll Ill wack ya like a wacka mole With a .45 caliber hole Weak lil Hitman troll Meet my ruger barrel roll Weak lil hitman Thinks hes tough shit man But he will never get me Im too clever, too witty! I got My Ruger .45 Ready to take him out the city Dont matter if its midnight Or even if its mid-day Ill make his day extra shittay Snuff him out with no pittay Im always down To get down and grittay Shoot his brains out Tell him have a git day Wipe him off the map Like an ass to a biday Then re-oil my gun Like a sex slave to Didday This weak lil hitman troll Will regret being sent my way Cause I ain't gonna let him get away Aint no way! Soon as he goes for the gun on his waist Ill have my .45 pointed in his face Lots of hot led he will taste He'll never make it back To his colerain place He'll be lying on his back Outlined in white chalk trace Surrounded by crime scene tape Weak lil Hitman troll You cant ever kill my soul Weak lil Hitman troll Ill wack ya like a wacka mole With a .45 caliber hole Weak lil Hitman troll Meet my ruger barrel roll Weak lil Hitman troll You cant ever kill my soul Weak lil Hitman troll Ill wack ya like a wacka mole With a .45 caliber hole Weak lil Hitman troll Meet my ruger barrel roll
LIT 🔥
Respect 🤜🤛