They have not created the reserve
Where your destiny changes
You will continue night after night
Without being able to sleep peacefully
As a stealth hunter
Now I extinguish the enemy
Kon shots emitted
By the force of my microphone
I have designed Mc's
Komo decorations in my living room
They are trophies from battles
In which they did not measure up
Gutless their shrapnel
They seem to be a blank shot
Compared with the fury of my rhymes
Long weapons
As a mafia hitman
I have a list of assignments
So prepared for the bitterest drink
Ke I bear such violence
In the essence of my verses
Ke next to me she looks like a girl
The famous Charles Manson

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