School Shooter Welcoming Committee
Virginia tech tecs
Columbine Nines
Let it rip rrrrrrrrip
Bodies in a line
So divine is the light yes its so bright
Yes its light but not quite what you had in mind
I've been assigned to be your guide through the hell fire
Hear the flames chant my name that's the hell's choir
I'm the mane they worship me don't wanna be admired
Anyone says otherwise is a fuckin liar
Take a shot of cyanide fo I roll my weed
Prospect on the 5th come and shoot the breeze
Seven deadly sins but you know my favorite greed
All the wolves can't run with me cuz I'm a different breed
Born to burn got a bad case of apathy
Tattered torn and I'm scorned feel my agony
I'm just lost in my head fragile sanity
And I don't give a fuck such a tragedy
Satan calls me over wanna chit chat
Wanna take a second to admit that
Triple 6 you know a nigga with that
Break you niggas off like a kit kat
Prolly tell you niggas I insist that
Devil with the air max yeah I been that
Claim you gettin money woulda been jacked
Bully with the pully blow your wig back
Let em all out dump the whole mag
Now you're lookin fresh with the toe tag
Throw you in the freezer with no bag
Get disposed of like an old rag
When I hit the blunt take a slow drag
When I'm makin moves there is no lag
I don't bang or rep on no flag
Any motherfucker get their throat slashed
Columbine Nines
Let it rip rrrrrrrrip
Bodies in a line
So divine is the light yes its so bright
Yes its light but not quite what you had in mind
I've been assigned to be your guide through the hell fire
Hear the flames chant my name that's the hell's choir
I'm the mane they worship me don't wanna be admired
Anyone says otherwise is a fuckin liar
Take a shot of cyanide fo I roll my weed
Prospect on the 5th come and shoot the breeze
Seven deadly sins but you know my favorite greed
All the wolves can't run with me cuz I'm a different breed
Born to burn got a bad case of apathy
Tattered torn and I'm scorned feel my agony
I'm just lost in my head fragile sanity
And I don't give a fuck such a tragedy
Satan calls me over wanna chit chat
Wanna take a second to admit that
Triple 6 you know a nigga with that
Break you niggas off like a kit kat
Prolly tell you niggas I insist that
Devil with the air max yeah I been that
Claim you gettin money woulda been jacked
Bully with the pully blow your wig back
Let em all out dump the whole mag
Now you're lookin fresh with the toe tag
Throw you in the freezer with no bag
Get disposed of like an old rag
When I hit the blunt take a slow drag
When I'm makin moves there is no lag
I don't bang or rep on no flag
Any motherfucker get their throat slashed
Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Pitman
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