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Testo D13. - Kill Dyll

Testo della canzone D13. (Kill Dyll), tratta dall'album D13.

Came back just to kill and commit war crimes

Fuckers try to cut me they don't know my ties

I don't wanna battle

Wanna bleed of him of his life

If you step on my toes I'll gut you with my knife

Oh these fuckers obsessed

Oh these fuckers obsessed

They want all of my blood and won't settle for less

Rip his heart through his chest

Rip his heart through his

Blood on your hands

10 bullets to your face

Fuck you and your friends

Imma leave em all to rest

Stomp out his head

And treat him like a pest

Imma take 20 bullets

Then cave out his chest

Anyone's villainous

Bring em down to my level

Is bringing down to the devil

Never surrounded by gentle ass mother fuckers

Are ducking just to get hit by the dozen

Growin up hated by others

I never needed what wasn't already

Cut up unloved and

I'm just a shell with a spirit

Always been cussin and fearing that I'm the reason I'm bleeding

Always been fucked up believing that I could see more in people

Now I'm just stuck with these problems with no one else that can solve em

And if you see me still coughin its cuz I been in withdrawal since all of these thoughts in My consciousness getting Tangled by offerings that been made by the devil somebody Get me a shovel, I'm tryna bury my struggles in 20 tons Worth of gravel

What

20 ties to unravel

Turning life to a battle

I'll fucking step on your neck

If it can get me a paddle

And make it back to a fragile castle

Ruled by a broken master

I'm coping with rope and laughter

I'm hoping for more disaster

Blood

Do it all for the blood

Do it all for the pain

I'm offin' my love

I'm going insane

I'm going insane

I was trained just to kill

I was trained just to die

I was trained not to feel

I was trained not to cry

I was trained just to kill

I was trained just to die

I was trained not to feel

I was trained not to cry

I was trained just to kill

I was trained just to die

I was trained not to feel

I was trained not to cry

Blood on your hands

10 bullets to your face

Fuck you and your friends

Imma leave em all to rest

Stomp out his head and treat him like a pest

Imma take 20 bullets then cave out his chest

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Writer(s): Dylan Fessenden
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