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When it comes to killing you know that I'm the natural born Saskatchewan axe wielding Capricorn You can't perform because your raps suck You're better off planting corn and getting ass fucked I'm like a cactus thorn in your ass Popping caps Throwing bodies out like apple cores I'm a warlord on the clavichord Fucking up my opponents with my savage sword Buying studio gear that you can't afford I hit you over the head with a spiked 2x4 board I'm sick of your shit Say your prayers then you're getting your wrists slit It's time for you to meet the lord If you get caught slipping I'll empty my whole clip in your hip And You'll get skinned like a chicken bock bock mother fucker It's time for you to suck a cock mother fucker You just get your head shot off with the glock mother fucker This is shit that you can't stop mother fucker Yeah you get pop pop pop Mother fuckers get dropped dropped dropped Yeah you get pop pop pop Mother fuckers get dropped dropped dropped I use to be a pilot but they took my license away When they realized I was driving drunk night and day I still fly planes full of cocaine down to palm springs Californ I A Then take a trip in the impala down to the local Cabellas To buy some gun shells for the fellows Yeah I'm precise when I pull off the heist at the casino My soul is colder then ice we know I'm a poltergeist I look like an older Christ That's how the shit roll out Got the cash flow figured out Clips in the pistols no doubt Sending missiles to the people who piss me off Hand cuff the cops and smash their faces with a bottle of Schnapps I ain't stopping Until everyone I hate is slain and laying in the coffin Yeah you get pop pop pop Mother fuckers get dropped dropped dropped Yeah you get pop pop pop Mother fuckers get dropped dropped dropped That's the way it is If you want to be a hater Ok see you later