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generation - masked reaper lyrics

yo, i’m sick of all you f*cking fake f*ggots acting like a gangster on the net
f*cking b*tches

i ain’t no gangster acting dumb
i gon shoot you, hold no gun
but when i come, you’re still gon run
i’m the type you shouldn’t f*ck with son
i ain’t gon tell you pass the blunt
i ain’t gon stunt or paint this up
b*tch ass h0m*’s acting thug
i’ll leave your bodies bandaged up
sick of hearing you ain’t gangster
coming from the new wave cancer
question me, i’ll paint disaster
see me as the uk’s answers
to this sh*t you call the game
where all you f*ggots stay the same
i’ll hit the game and spray the flames
’till everybody knows my namе
you won’t respect me without no gun
d*mn it, man, ain’t it fun?
to shoot somеone, to bang a clip
leave another family split
i told ya, i ain’t no soldier
play no part in gun culture
carry weight up on my shoulders
i’ll be here when your life’s over
put your hands up, put your hands up!
for the gun culture, vultures, little b*tches acting like soldiers
put your hands up, put your hands up!
if you gangster, you’re heading for disaster

i been true since day one..
never said i’d spray a gun..
gangsters say they’d make me run..
but i’ll stay here until they come
one on one, listen, b*tch
i really ain’t gon give a sh*t
i’ll face you anyday you want…
bring every f*cking thing you got
i can guess when the battle drops
let me guess, i’ll get shot..
excuses ain’t gon get you far…
sick of you kids acting hard..
i’ll see you in the street someday..
with your bodies blown away
your ego made you lose your mind
made you say you’d shoot the nine
now that clips broke your spine
this new generation’s a hopeless kind
talkin guns, saying sh*t
won’t learn ’til their brains get ripped
go ahead, do me b*tch!!!
sick of your talking stupid pr*cks….
power trip or stupid kids
death’s gon come, the noose is fixed
put your hands up, put your hands up!
for the gun culture, vultures, little b*tches acting like soldiers
put your hands up, put your hands up!
if you gangster, you’re heading for disaster

f*cking f*ggots..
gonna live in real life, you f*cking b*tches…
you ain’t a f*cking gangster, be your own life…
listen, i’ll f*cking pretend you f*cking b*tches…

- masked reaper lyrics

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