M70 in my f#ckin hand
You’re bout to have a
Bullet in your head
Slit him up and leave his
Body dead
Your friend been blow up
Now you kinda sad
Why the f#ck they think
They can stab me
I take my dagger and
Cut off their f#ckin knees
Lyin on the ground with my MG3
Lightin this bomb then
Hidin in the trees
Look straight in my eyes
So you can see my tears bleed
Torture room in the hut
You’ll get your mouth
f#ckin sew shut
Then hanged up and your
Throat get cut
Please let me see your guts
And if you run up on me
My machete split you in half
I could rip my eyes out
While I f#ckin laugh
I wanna kill myself online
This a RPK, not a M249
These faggots actually try to hide
Scissor in his face, he blind
Saw in his neck, he died
Blood on my boots, and I smile
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