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Warnin' signs of Satanic behavior such as a reclusive behavior
And listenin' exclusively to heavy metal rock music
All of this to the point of addiction
You should look further for ritual items, such as a pentagram
30 rounds in the clip, movin' pounds not a zip
Hit my line for the brick, do a line numb my lip
Keep an iron in the whip, bitch, I'll slide so don't trip
Wanna play, I won't skip, I'll shoot these bullets 'til you drip
Have your gang-gang postin' RIP, like, tell 'em get the fuck back
Tell 'em if they pull up, we gon' bust that
Tell 'em if they want it, we can get 'em where they brain at
Tell 'em we don't play that, tell 'em 'bout my face tat'
Tell 'em when I die I'm an end up where the flames at
Tell 'em how I praise that, tell better run if I spray that
Tell 'em I'ma get 'em in they head, make 'em lay back
Put 'em in the ground with the dirt
Six feet deep, let his mama feel the hurt
Talkin' all that shit, now they posted on a shirt
Tried to tell 'em I was on that, they wanna stop 'til 'em bullets made they jaw crack
I don't give a fuck 'bout where you from, I need all that, run that semi-automatic
Make 'em fall back, get 'em in the leg and make 'em crawl back
Pull up in the all black, shoot 'til the blood splat, bleed
If you discover items such as these
Experts say as you contact your local law enforcement agency at once