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    Came back just to kill and commit war crimes
    Fuckers try to cut me they don't know my ties
    I don't wanna battle
    Wanna bleed of him of his life
    If you step on my toes I'll gut you with my knife
    Oh, these fuckers obsessed
    Oh, these fuckers obsessed
    They want all of my blood and won't settle for less

    Rip his heart through his chest
    Rip his heart through his
    Blood on your hands
    10 bullets to your face
    Fuck you and your friends
    I'ma leave em all to rest
    Stomp out his head
    And treat him like a pest
    I'ma take 20 bullets
    Then cave out his chest
    Anyone's villainous
    Bring em down to my level
    Is bringing down to the devil
    Never surrounded by gentle ass motherfuckers
    Are ducking just to get hit by the dozen
    Growin' up hated by others
    I never needed what wasn't already
    Cut up unloved and
    I'm just a shell with a spirit
    Always been cussin' and fearing that I'm the reason I'm bleeding
    Always been fucked up believing that I could see more in people
    Now I'm just stuck with these problems with no one else that can solve 'em
    And if you see me still coughin' its 'cause I been in withdrawal since all of these thoughts in
    My consciousness getting
    Tangled by offerings that been made by the devil somebody
    Get me a shovel, I'm tryna bury my struggles in 20 tons Worth of gravel

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    What
    20 ties to unravel
    Turning life to a battle
    I'll fucking step on your neck
    If it can get me a paddle
    And make it back to a fragile castle
    Ruled by a broken master
    I'm coping with rope and laughter
    I'm hoping for more disaster
    Blood
    Do it all for the blood
    Do it all for the pain
    I'm offin' my love
    I'm going insane
    I'm going insane

    I was trained just to kill
    I was trained just to die
    I was trained not to feel
    I was trained not to cry
    I was trained just to kill
    I was trained just to die
    I was trained not to feel
    I was trained not to cry
    I was trained just to kill
    I was trained just to die
    I was trained not to feel
    I was trained not to cry

    Blood on your hands
    10 bullets to your face
    Fuck you and your friends
    I'ma leave 'em all to rest
    Stomp out his head and treat him like a pest
    I'ma take 20 bullets then cave out his chest

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    Composición: Kim Dracula

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