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Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', It's this .50 finna do the deal Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', It's this .50 finna do the deal Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', It's this .50 finna do the deal Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill If you bustas slippin', It's this .50 finna do the deal Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill (Aye, aye) (Ruby, you got it?) If you bustas slippin', It's this .50 finna do the deal Straight out of hell Ring the bells Plague is here to stay Roaches and locusts, they cover me knowing they hover me Follow me in your grave Ain't got no Patek because I'll be here till the end of fucking times My kingdom come, thy will be done, and still you're wondering who am I? I am the devil's son born and raised Preaching $uicide, googly eyes, tell me more, okay? Praise the fuckin' devil, God can suck my dick I scorch the plains Making mountains crumble, glaciers melting, oceans swelling I'm lord of the plagues Load up my big– SongtexteWait a fucking minute—I got more to say Threatenin' swordplay, still the same name 'Cause the chip on my sword bleeds spit all day Lil Plague make a forté, stick it with the gourmet Hot and boil gas For war, we pray Fate is cold and no way hanging from the door frame with swords that say For war, we pray 7th Ward, the Grave For war, we pray 7th Ward, the Grave For war, we pray 7th Ward, the Grave For war, we pray Death is inevitable The fucking $carecrow Walking on his tip-toes While your blood stay, we'll flow You know, mister typical Hearing the fucking voices through my window (Begging to be dead!) But no worries, just like Chucky Cut Throat got the blade and a knife Made that rise for the Yung Christ, never even died My father just forsaken, I I'm still $uicide until I die It's an eye for an eye Speaking of eye, I (someone help me out) See the reaper having a busy season Won't even let me rest while I'm sleepin' It's getting harder to watch from the bleachers The father of evil Like Knievel, Ruby and I stay jumping over people Xanax eatin' Close to lethal Cigarette breathing junkie, used to needles So I grew up a fuck up (pow! pow! pow! pow!) Load a nine up, my time's up, yeah (yeah, yeah) Grew up a fuck up Load a nine up (fuck all this shit) My time's up, fuck Aus Songtexte Mania