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Murder one better run Or ya bout to meet my gun Killing plenty is so fun Slaughter bitches in the sun Freddie lurking in this bitch Why you crying now You are just a little snitch Look you dying now Blood all on the floor you know I just want some more With the throat slit Hollow tip Aiming straight up at your bitch Roll call who Freddie dredd hes the shit man Killed a motha fucka with a stick in 10 seconds I don't wanna fuck with him No I really don't Looked into his eyes and now in hanging from a rope Freddie cheat death eat led bullet straight up to ya head bitch you heard what I just said counting up my fuckin bread I just hate what you do, and your crew, yous a fool yous a bitch, you aint shit and you talking bout a clip imma bust ya fuckin skull Leave the brains up on the wall im the dope mane so insane bout to kill the fucking game
