rely on living lies I really wish we could start it over just you and me When we touched you initialed into my skin With the scratch of a nail carve two letter sins, two letter
is your fate This is a song about killing, a love letter just for you, Let?s make it right, let?s make it clear, no one wants you here! All I want is to kill
don't mix Especially when a bitch turns tricks for a fix So be careful, 'cause that shit's out there It's a 4-letter word that you should fear So please
Didn't do a thing at all I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall Cuffed up throw me on tha concrete Coppers try to kill me But they didn't know
ma die a thug And fuck it it's the blood in my veins Why complain 'cause we all gon' die, but I can wait I'm the letter after F and right before H I'ma
of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord Can ya feel me? I keep my finger in the trigger Cause some nigga tried to kill me and mama raised a hellraizor, everyday
pride Letters on my shirt read DKNY Got grimy niggas runnin with me from BKNY (Chorus) They say I don't sound like a killer well how a killer sound
outrun my fears, outrun my peers, outrun the killers and escape them years Yet again, so I take out my pen and say ?If you find this letter please pray
desert kills what's left inside Its hard to live when all you wanna do is die The book is done No more pages left to turn No more letters left to
Like violence you kill me? Like violence you have me, forever, and after Like violence you kill me? Like violence you have me, forever, and after Like violence you kill
voice Say goodnight as the world falls apart Fuck I can't let this kill me, let go I need some more time to fix this Here's a letter for you But the
feast The Phantom of the Opera A perfect image of a priest They're spoonfeeding Casanova To get him to feel more assured Then they'll kill him with self
! Good old-fashioned war! Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come. They ceased to come for about ten months or more. Then a letter
: [Letter from George Sand to Alfred de Musset] Venise, 12 mai 1834 [Venice, May 12th, 1834] Non, mon enfant cheri Ces trois lettres ne sont pas Le
whole block If you chatter a whole lot The young boss, another book, another pen, another song, another win Another kill, another sin Calm killer, who
hype shit, you call the Hill, put it together Runnin this game, bringin the same, raw shit Over the hills, through the city we come equipped to the letter
and then i blow her brains out you aint met a nigga like me you probably never will riders rolling with me like 11 wheels find out where you living kill
: [Headline:] "Murder, young girl killed Desperate shooting at Echo's Hill Dreadful ending, killer died Evidently suicide." A witness heard a horrifying