Kill 2 This

[Skoot]
First off, load the clip, then pop the clip in
Wave that bitch in school, then watch everyone start shittin'
First one who screams, make sure you hit 'em
Forget about the fists, let the hallowed tips rip, son
Shit, son, this is only the start of it
Everyone in your life who talk shit is a part of it

Remember your teacher was pissed 'cause you didn't give her an apple?
Giver her one tomorrow filled with seafoam and shrapnel
Or you went to the prom, and you asked that girl to dance
And then she turned around to glance at you and started to laugh at you

That's exactly type of shit that I'm talking about
When she leaves the prom, make sure Nick Cage is bringing her out
Fuck everyone in this world, from their birth to their hearse
Unleash those slugs, then bloody some shirts
Whatever shit works, show them that words hurt
'Cause they won't be saying shit when they're lowered to Earth's dirt

Fuck him, fuck her, fuck all this shit, la-la-la-la
Turn the stereo up, man, and kill to this, la-la-la-la
Kill your enemies and kill his kids, la-la-la-la
Turn the stereo up, man, and kill to this

[Jimmy Donn]
They rather see me bleed than walk
You pop the shots to the spleen, then fall
Drop down to my knees, then crawl
I'm teased and y'all
I'd rather beef with y'all
To see some more
Want to meet your defeat, just call

But by six by one first
Step up, and get done worst
Then one big punk first
Kick up dirt, make nuns curse

Cease fire when the guns burst
Make you run 'til your lungs hurt
Steady, stomp on you snake
Squish 'em, stitches the victims

Read the lacerations, like losing limbs, I licked them
Direct shot [?], real raw, remorseless
They forfeit, from hot hollows hopping on on porches
Make ready for the morgue morbid, stored corpses
Bring pain in big portions
Put the force of a swift kick to the face, about two horses
Chop off their heads and they bled in the bed in the morning

What
Fuck him, fuck her, fuck y'all, fuck y'all