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Send* corrections to the typist [Verse ]:Still driftin' this, time I'm in a stolen Lincoln Remains in the backseat inside stinkin' I'm thinkin' gotta, go find me a sink and Clean up I'm, beat up I'm, covered in blood It ain't easy blood, on my hands makes the steering wheel greasy Dead bodies vomit gas and fecies It's nasty aw, s t**a cop just passed me Better get rid of this s t**real, fast G Pull over to the side just abandon the ride Wait until they find the surprise I left inside I'm a hunter searching, for my prey I'm on the highway Meanwhile these kids are just cruisin' on a Friday Not a care in the world but, it ain't what it seems See me covered in blood wit a cold stare in the high beams Lost control smashed, into the divider Killed three mo and yo I didn't even try ta [Chorus repeat: 2X] I ain't stopped yo I'm still driftin' State to state still tryin' to kill victims Thought I was dead naw, I'm still livin' Still wicked and yeah I'm still killin' [Verse 2 ]:An elderly couple at a red light late, at night Ain't no cars and nobody in sight I pull out my knife I, run up I open the rear door Hop in two, quick slices and they're gone Real quick slice, the neck then I jet Out the opposite door now, I'm off to the next Walkin' through the darkness covered in stains I got scared I, heard this bum like "hey got any spare change "?Some homeless crackhead lookin' for some rocks Wit a shoppin' cart livin' out a cardboard box Punched his rat face and, I wouldn't stop beatin' Watchin' him swell up his, head was mad bleedin' Stomped on his chest crushed his lungs and his ribs Beat him to death don't need no weapons for this A witness a, prostitute seen the whole s t**I seen her walkin' up yeah, ya better go b h***I chased her caught, her yo, ya, dead hoe How the f k**you think you gonna run in stilettos Rip her pointy a shoes** right off her feet Stuck the heel in her neck till that b h***couldn't breathe [Chorus ]:[Verse 3 ]:Real late at night I still ain't done killin' Seeing a man deliverin' some kung pow chicken He's comin' my way on his bike I stuck out my arm I, clothes lined him be, careful at night He's on the ground covered in chow main and duck sauce Cut his face the f k**off killed, him and he got tossed Into an alley where I cut him and I gut him Took the splattered remains and then I fu n'***stuck'em Into the little take out carton I mixed it wit some noodles and the s t**stinks it's rotten Looked at the paper I went to the address Knocked on the door "Jade, Dragon Express" Open the door it was this dude he, gave me the loot I watched through his window as he ate his food ewwwww, He kinda looked at it weird Then he had some pieces of lung stuck to his beard While he went to go vomit I went in his house Kneeled down as I crouched behind the couch He's sick he, came back but before he could sit I popped up with a grip on a holder from a candlestick Smash his face with the base Beat his skull till it opened Little pieces of bone kid Left on the floor then I chilled in his house Finished up the rest of the Asian take out [Chorus ]:- 1 5X.
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