[Intro]
Where's Reyna?
[Verse 1]
Sad sheeple, bad people, I'ma cleanse 'em out with the evil
Stab needles into people, I'ma make this earth not equal
There's no need for the Cain, ain't a need for the bloodline
Typing on the keyboard get ya dick wet sometimes
Does it make right? Fuck no, kill yourself kind
Put a bullet in yo' skull, walk in right on fuckin' time
If you part of the problem, just kill yo' self
You like to touch kids, go grab the fuckin' belt
Ain't nobody find yo' corpse 'cause nobody give a fuck bout you
Slit ya wrist, you ain't even fuckin got the balls doubt you
Now you lookin fuckin' stupid
You a pedo, you a rapist, you ain't 'bout the fuckin music
Now I'm boutta fuckin lose it
Me and lamb moving full force moving like a unit
[Verse 2]
I'm tired of this bitch, yeah I'll tie the noose
Tie you to a boat, let you swim for the views
With the cinderblock on feet, yeah, you feel abuse
Just like many others felt when you tried to bruise
I hope you feel the pain of thousand suns
I'd never do it fast with the power of the guns
I'd rather cut into ya skin for the fuckin' fun
I'm not good, I'm not evil, nah, I'm on the run
And I'm living in the woods, in a shack with a pistol
Killing pedophiles, skinning pussies down the middle
Terrify the victim, and my face is feelin' blissful
I like to hear you scream even if it's superficial
Nothing to me is even beneficial
Do it for the earth, scrape it off see the crystals
Gold up in the dirt before they launch the missiles
Tell lamb one thing, do you like the riddles?
Where's Reyna?
[Verse 1]
Sad sheeple, bad people, I'ma cleanse 'em out with the evil
Stab needles into people, I'ma make this earth not equal
There's no need for the Cain, ain't a need for the bloodline
Typing on the keyboard get ya dick wet sometimes
Does it make right? Fuck no, kill yourself kind
Put a bullet in yo' skull, walk in right on fuckin' time
If you part of the problem, just kill yo' self
You like to touch kids, go grab the fuckin' belt
Ain't nobody find yo' corpse 'cause nobody give a fuck bout you
Slit ya wrist, you ain't even fuckin got the balls doubt you
Now you lookin fuckin' stupid
You a pedo, you a rapist, you ain't 'bout the fuckin music
Now I'm boutta fuckin lose it
Me and lamb moving full force moving like a unit
[Verse 2]
I'm tired of this bitch, yeah I'll tie the noose
Tie you to a boat, let you swim for the views
With the cinderblock on feet, yeah, you feel abuse
Just like many others felt when you tried to bruise
I hope you feel the pain of thousand suns
I'd never do it fast with the power of the guns
I'd rather cut into ya skin for the fuckin' fun
I'm not good, I'm not evil, nah, I'm on the run
And I'm living in the woods, in a shack with a pistol
Killing pedophiles, skinning pussies down the middle
Terrify the victim, and my face is feelin' blissful
I like to hear you scream even if it's superficial
Nothing to me is even beneficial
Do it for the earth, scrape it off see the crystals
Gold up in the dirt before they launch the missiles
Tell lamb one thing, do you like the riddles?
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