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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
 Imma leave em all to rest
 Stomp out his head
 And treat him like a pest
 Imma 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 mother fuckers
 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 cuz 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
 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
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 Blood on your hands
 10 bullets to your face
 Fuck you and your friends
 Imma leave em all to rest
 Stomp out his head and treat him like a pest
 Imma take 20 bullets then cave out his chest
 

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Duration
02:30
Key
1
Tempo
110 BPM

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