I don't spread no strong message of violence nobody silence me   quiet gun shots start riots so do children fry them little boys   don't try it kill'em don't put it on crossroads put it on your   lost   S and f**k the world those little girls in jonesboro died all   alone down in arkansas woods little mitchell strapped up with   ammo do they know really what he's thinkin and the plan is   plotted out   And morbid be gang bangers hang on corners smokin perfecto's and   I often search for profit but I ain't killed nobody stop it put   it on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note read   b   E baby debbie tell me did he die crazy baby let's go to the   parents to the preacher to the pastor and I ain't no marilyn   manson I'm a rapper thugologist in the rapture I wouldn't chance   it I got   Dren myself and I watch their well being demons seep under me   breathin see me help me and I ain't dreamin and I ain't dreamin   and I ain't dreamin.      [chorus]      I stand in front of the congress with these runaway slaves of   justice blame it on bone thug music and abusive fo fathers   don't touch it when I was twelve I slept in buckets reminisce   juvy back   Lumbus in cleveland I'm poppin these niggas at 14 and I loved it   adrenaline rush for the get back gang war 99th niggas fred ward   americas most wanted I'm haunted by sinister niggas that paid   for   Mr. mitchell johnson you's a grown man with no soul fry him at   15 years old and heaven will rain down and unload fold with the   murder mo murder mo the devil will hear you moan heard him go   heard   Go little mitchell dead and gone from the mob boss bb gambini   nina ross in the crossroads die off little demon off those and   assistant distant fry but they was kids right nigga these boyz   is kil   Hat'll split you wig and of course they should die as if they   were muthaf**kin big you dig.      [chorus]      I don't blame the babies it's the lawyers but I'm royal legally   unfoil little mitchell listenin to this serpent uncoil pay   attention boy member and eye for an eye go on and kill and you   soon wi   E give up the ghost give up the ghost fry fry these are the   signs of the times passin us by suspected of felony keep tellin   me they wanted me dead or alive heaven will move me right fo sho   movin   Eaven'z movie literal ku ku kids in the burbs shootin for the   youth for the world is so absurd blurry o critical thoughts of   my fury with tongues of double edge swords surely have faith in   God b   M worried lookin at the lions in the crossroads hit 'em up with   my crossbow glory to jesus I love my mob break 'em off dawg   lethally injected he's just a kid aw he should die like he's   muthaf**k   G can you dig...........      [chorus]