Fuck with me, fuck with
Death
Fuck with me, fuck with
Death
Fuck with me, fuck with
Death
Fuck with me, fuck with
Death
Fuck with me, fuck with
Death
Fuck with me, fuck with
Death
Fuck with me, fuck with
Death
Fuck with me, fuck with
Death

Ya wanna fucking cut lose
Bitch kick off ya Sunday
Shoes
Try to find where to run
To
My clip sticks like gum
Shoes
Didn’t ya know I’ve got
Guns too
Slugs shoot like fucking
Sluts do
When the cum ooze, I cut
You
There will be fucking
Blood soon
Like Danny Lewis, ask me
Stupid
Ya have me shooting, Addys do this
So don’t fucking hand me
Music
All ya fucking Xannies
Losin
Cash me to this outside Taxi cruisin
Nasty you bitch damn
Bleed to this
Ya fucking have these
Rubins
But can’t even hand me
New shit

Fuck with me, fuck with Death
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Death
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Death
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Death
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Death
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Death
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Death
Fuck with me, fuck with
Death

Even though I’m from Minnesota
I’m not nice, Santa gets a
Throat cut
When he got a list from
Those thugs
For fucking with a cobra
Now he’s got a full clip of Mo slugs
I guess Christmas was
Smoked up
Like his pipe, he gets the
Smoke but
He fucking gets his from Moe Gun
Now he’s got his fucking
Soul up
More north than the pole’s
Up
For fucking with the
Dangerous
Ya get stuck like Beavis Head butt
A lot further than rape up Your anus
I’ve been a fucking insane
Fuck
Since my first hit of Angel
Dust
At eight once I’d take
Drugs, rape nuns, and Make blood

Fuck with me, fuck with
Death
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Death
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Death
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Death
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Death
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Death
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Death
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Death