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Born To Kill
Laying down another rhyme like the law.
Disobey me and I'll break your jaw.
Words flowing like a stream.
There's no I in team.
But there is me, and I know you can see, me, nigga.
The barrel of the gun, my finger one the trigga.
Say another word and your voice will never be heard.
Dead silence. Bred with violence.
I was born in this game, born to kill.
Born to smoke weed and pop them pills.
Are you ready to die?
I'm a man of my word,
I wouldn't lie.
Pop a pill,
put the gun to your temple,
And I'm ready to kill.
I'm finally high. Dead silence is all around.
Damn, Pack another bowl, I think I'm coming down.
