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Death of a criminal

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YoungFame:
How many shots to your face do you want/
And I aint talkin bout no liquor in a glass/
I'm talkin bout them bullets that'll rip through ya flesh/
take a load off ya feet/
And sit you on your ass./

Death to a hater/
death to a faker/
death to a silly nigga with bitch tendencies/
homo nigga with his nose in everybodies shit/
Just like a nosey ass bitch be/

You got a lot of words for a nigga with no life/
Talking bout "calling out all good emcees"/
When I empty these/
You better run/
like your nose do after a cold breeze/
nigga please
My dawgz bark more than trees/
heavy artillery that'll seperate the trill from the fake/
pack it around my waist,
So I dont waist time/
When I reach for my waistline/
Grab tha 9/
Put tha heat to your chest plate/
And watch it exit your spine/
let the essesnce leak out of your mind/
And snatch your soul like the grim reeper/
The stalker night walker/
Sleep creeper/
Misile heat seeker/
So dont creep/
Or find your body 60 feet deep beneath my feet./


Death of a Criminal

KVB:
Tight in parts... but you can definitely improve from that... peace.

Vigilante:
too bad no one cares young.....hahahhaa

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