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Charlie Manson Lyrics

I be the n**** with the 357 chrome plated,
America's most player hated and frustrated,
Suicide's still on my mind, I comteplated,
Murder more n*****, dead bodies, premeditated.
Born and brought up in Detroit street educated,
Everything I do in this life is still drug related.
Do my dirt by my lonely, so n**** I'm isolated,
Many motha f****s wanna see me incarcerated.
Check the condition, stiff body in position,
Body bag b***** from my murder composition.
n****'s on suspendsion, get 'em broke like New Edition.
Peep the transmission, from the street politician.
Pop, pop, pop, to the dome,
I fill my chrome,
Chrome still shinin' and I'm grinnin' cuz my mind gone.
Murder, murder, murder, is all I scream when I squeeze glocks,
Number one way to kill a thug when the slug's hot,
I'm yellin' out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die
I'm yellin' out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
I'm yellin' out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
I'm yellin' out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
I come from the place where every n**** got a dope case,
Scrappin' for five dollas at night,
I hear n****'s holla all in my head,
These b***** visions of my city streets,
That's why when I roll keep the gat on the front seat.
n*****'ll murder me if I let 'em cuz they jealous, hoe,
f*** what you heard, I be dope like a half a bird,
Schizophantic, manic, the s*** is senseless,
All I wanna do is see you bleed, cuz I'm relentless.
The days of grace have long passed in the aftermath,
Wicketest ways, turn your cities into blood baths.
Manic depressive, I'm the n**** with the death wish,
Snitch on me I'll put a slug in your esophagus.
Don't f*** around if you can't stand the consequence,
Detroit n*****'ll make your punk a** past tense.
All in my head, been suicidial since my date of birth,
n****'s been plottin' to murder me, but I murder first,
I'm yellin' out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die
I'm yellin' out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die
I'm yellin' out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
I'm yellin' out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die!
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