Kid's are ya listenin? I'm a hack ya systems cuz I'm about way more than just internet dissin...
Get ya real names and come ta ya address cuz Born To Kill is really Bind Torture Kill, I must confess...
Rollin my car weapons stocked like a bar shinin like a star prepared to strike fear and scar...
Tie ya ass down chair bolted ta ground have ya screams come at me like surround sound...
Torture like rain have ya will ta live drain you'll be begging to die just ta end the pain...
Capsize ya boats when I lock on ya throats then send letters to newspapers cuz I like ta gloat...
Dispose of ya body like a grocery store robbery shotty cuz I came bringin death and all ya had was karate...
Kill you for real cuz I like how it feels when fates are sealed and human insides are revealed...
I never hold thoughts of ever being caught cuz no one believes I've left bodies to rot...
So cling to ya beliefs that I've never made blood spill with power drills stacked victims like hills or buried bones under windmills, keep thinkin it's charade even though my head's grayed and God I've betrayed cuz it'll allow me to stay Born to Kill.

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