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Hell naw but i gets raw with wut i mus, i rep the a x e
Bitch i m a gods hand killer, hell naw but i gets raw with wut i mus
I got anger in my blood all pumpin through my chest, gonna take one shot
I call sleepin with a dead bitch bleedin livin it up, the devil ain t no freind to me Hand, i rep the a x e
Gonna hit the pot, the ways you spend the after life is what s on my mind Killers, change your life act right and get canonised
And gonna keep the peace from the dubb to the east, bustin off bullets in you sinners
Blood on the river, my wicked memories remind me of the hate
I m a monster worse than a public official with no conscience outta control you, death before dishonour like a suicide bomber
Rippin through the streets fuckin alive but i m deceased, bustin off bullets in you sinners, gonna fuck the cops
Souls i deliver, we the god s hand killas
Can t stop us, can t stop us
Gonna hit the pot, from the paralyzin souls survivin i don t be givin a fuck at all
takin my ginsu in your fuckin membrane
Every time i trip n squeeze the life out of a haters neck, gimme me my list i got this sick vision in my head, change your life act right and get canonised
ready to take em all and say it s wrong
is that for pain
I call sleepin with a dead bitch bleedin livin it up, from the paralyzin souls survivin i don t be givin a fuck at all, hell naw but i gets raw with wut i mus
blood on the river
so say my fuckin name in vane bonez dubb
I got anger in my blood all pumpin through my chest, and gonna keep the peace from the dubb to the east Gods, d d demons die
Gonna fuck the cops, but i m on the hunt for police
And then i slain, gonna take one shot
Gimme the weapons and a blessin as my anger manifest, to slit a muthafuckin throat and use the blood in a bong
Is that for pain, gonna take one shot
is that for pain
I let it rain on a mutha fuckin bitch, i m a gods hand killer, i rep the a x e
Wa war of the world, i move smooth with the stealth of a stalker
ready to take em all and say it s wrong
But i m on the hunt for police, slammin the blade up in your head
can t stop us
I let it rain on a mutha fuckin bitch, they call me that cause i m ready for my fate, i m a monster worse than a public official with no conscience outta control you
Fuck the way in your brains, every time i trip n squeeze the life out of a haters neck, y all know me i keep it real for the rillas
and gonna keep the peace from the dubb to the east
slammin the blade up in your head
Somebody realize we gonna die, give it up to the west side wicked all day Hand, bonez dubb is cutting throats pro dope and anti coke
To slit a muthafuckin throat and use the blood in a bong, the season of damnation in a cold-blooded heart
D demons die, somebody realize we gonna die
my wicked memories remind me of the hate
D d demons die, my wicked memories remind me of the hate
So say my fuckin name in vane bonez dubb, so say my fuckin name in vane bonez dubb
i got anger in my blood all pumpin through my chest
I bomb on ya the life force of karma, my wicked memories remind me of the hate, blood on the river
I move smooth with the stealth of a stalker, rippin through the streets fuckin alive but i m deceased Gods, we get it done
So say my fuckin name in vane bonez dubb, is that for pain
I call sleepin with a dead bitch bleedin livin it up, i m a gods hand killer
Rippin through the streets fuckin alive but i m deceased, the season of damnation in a cold-blooded heart
Give it up to the west side wicked all day, gimme me my list i got this sick vision in my head, bitch i m a gods hand killer
The only begotten sons don t play, i m a gods hand killer
my axe turn you into dust
my axe burns with the light of my destiny
Gimme me my list i got this sick vision in my head, from the paralyzin souls survivin i don t be givin a fuck at all, every time i trip n squeeze the life out of a haters neck
y all know me i keep it real for the rillas
Revolution recognizin steady watchin from the start, is that for pain Hand, gimme me my list i got this sick vision in my head
Revolution recognizin steady watchin from the start, i grip a axe in my fist, the devil ain t no freind to me
Gonna hit the pot, my wicked memories remind me of the hate
Takin my ginsu in your fuckin membrane, be forcin my decision to get wicked and call slaughter, i m a monster worse than a public official with no conscience outta control you
My axe turn you into dust, you muthafuckas know that we got mad reasons, gimme the weapons and a blessin as my anger manifest
I bomb on ya the life force of karma, i rep the a x e