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Choking Victim Born To Die

will linger on but dontcha know that dreams all die the day yer born there is no god there's only ignorant bliss no reasons why were born to die (just born

will linger on but dontcha know that dreams all die the day yer born there is no god there's only ignorant bliss no reasons why were born to die (just born

they crawli Put you in a body bag hit you with the 44 mag I'll search you out and watch a mother fucker choke and gag What the fuck you thought this

the smoke You pray to god as you choke You searched for salvation, but entered damnation Trapped by the claws of death, you die for your god You were born

a victim It's more than a crime, his condition state - Mentally confused I slice them with my knife Inside the body my right hand dive I butcher them for fun Or shoot them with my gun I choke

I was born with a birthmark of cinders Debris cast from the stars and Mother A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters Of life that ran slick from

you how it roast me He's a victim of second hand smoke and choking It's only cause he lonely cause his father ain't home Became a victim of the gunsmoke

a victim It's more than a crime, his condition state - Mentally confused I slice them with my knife Inside the body my right hand dive I butcher them for fun Or shoot them with my gun I choke

, rear back choke, Squeezing your life out, neck breaks, just crushed you too hard Face cut up from a savage beating Blood pools beside my victim, now