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I go until the end I killin' all your friends Bust it at they fuckin' door I keep that shit up on the low Freddie murder bitches in the middle of the street Point it at them and they geek Pull the trigger, I’m a freak I’m the real deal, packing steel Call me fuckin' Holyfield When my power gonna bust, bullet turn you into dust Rest in peace you little bitch Come on dare me, make me rich Filled wit' hatred in my soul, grippin' on the .44 Let it pop I'll let you drop You know Freddie fuck a op DOOM is the click, y'all bitches ain't shit Just a corpse, got to go Try to match up with my flow Murder goes in the show Single shot, slit your throat (yuh) Ooh bang, 289, till ya fuckin' mine Rollin' slow with the .44, aimin' at your dome Me and Zye, gonna let you die, 'til your fuckin' mine Sipping mud, do the coke Motherfucker do the most SongtexteOoh bang, 289, till ya fuckin' mine Rollin' slow with the .44, aimin' at your dome Me and Zye, gonna let you die, 'til your fuckin' mine Sipping mud, do the coke Motherfucker do the most Aus Songtexte Mania