Killing is a cute game
Full of hate & love
With this knife I rip and mame
Go meet our God above
Like paint comes this red
To make a glorious masterpiece
Too bad you wind up dead
Never finding your own peace
Why do you push this line?
Always starting a fuss.
You wanna start with me? Fine.
Just know, you can't **** with us
So I played that game with you
'Till we saw what you were
You never acted too true
Now you're a liar for sure
Pull a gun to your chest
Scream real loud at you, "Sham!"
"You think you're the best?"
Click the trigger, gun goes blam!
May 18, 2011
May 18, 2011 at 4:26 PM UTC
Killing is a cute game
Full of hate & love
With this knife I rip and mame
Go meet our God above
Like paint comes this red
To make a glorious masterpiece
Too bad you wind up dead
Never finding your own peace
Why do you push this line?
Always starting a fuss.
You wanna start with me? Fine.
Just know, you can't **** with us
So I played that game with you
'Till we saw what you were
You never acted too true
Now you're a liar for sure
Pull a gun to your chest
Scream real loud at you, "Sham!"
"You think you're the best?"
Click the trigger, gun goes blam!
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