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Pakistan 
Gonna break every one of my enemies here like bread chips
Shoot the texts like shot and Gatling cartridges
On ugly hoes until the last one here is dead
Still on acid and coke trips
Will my next video be your execution clip
Trill Fingaz, now the duck is here
And again the animal in me goes manhunting
Fun and pain merge here
My heart only warms when I see cold corpses of women
Rappers fall apart like they're sick with malaria
I feel like a child killer in Phantasialand
Because here most of the victims are minors
That's why I have a children's cage at home
And even when the sun shines through the bars
Winter goes on forever for these children
But kids aren't in shape lyrically
That's why I read my little angels a bed story
You hear a scream in the night
When in the moonlight the psycho with an axe
Pursue his passion, full of zeal and hatred
And even if I swallow every vowel in my round, you're a godsend
What kind of hairstyle is that? Nobody wants to stroke your ♥♥♥♥♥ through your mane
'Cause that's ass hair that goes all the way to your skull
I bring thick lines like Jayjo dealers
You go 3plusss with your head, but you remain a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ like an Eypro member
I hold your scalp to your bloody hair
And you piss your boxers with bloody urine
After I have a few bags of Shore
Only speaks vocals in umlauts like a newborn
I'm also often pressed with his junkie mother
Because on brown the ♥♥♥♥ gets sweet like rock candy
You're some inconsequential spat
And you didn't show what you can do in your qualification, you did
And make a home video of horrible rap
Where the best spots were where the sunlight covered your ugly face
According to my verses, you fat lumps will end up naked and chopped up
On the tray because I have scissor hands like Edward
I kill this bottled ♥♥♥♥♥ on vodka fig
I now seriously doubt that they will pass the test
Anyway, bring me the top ten and top it with twenty
These smart-ass guys fly out octagonally
When the dormouse comes back and hands out sixes
Will the fifth element appear in his lyrics
Formerly 4 track, bro, now MP3
Project number two pulls straight onto one