"Problem Child" lyrics

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I like anything black
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Born in a warzone
Uhh
What's wrong?
Let's go back
It's alright
They're laughing
They don't know anything, they're just stupid
I don't care, I hate this n, shoot that n

Only thug when I'm 'round
Blowing boof by the pound
(KTS the scene, we murking everything)
Light his ass up and down
Out the mud, out the pound
They hate when we come around
They smiles turn to frowns
Last one made me down
I thought they pay me ground
We moving, make no sounds
Big .50 on me now
They hate when we come around
All I see is clowns
Turn smiles into frowns
Dead racks on me, wow
Finna go ball out
Finna go all out
I want a problem child
But I was a problem child
I'm with some gremlins
With some linens
Like blood, we spilling
I'm drug dealin'
'Bout you, I'll murk the set
Hop out, we skrrting it
Hop in, we skrrting it
Got a choppa in my throat
Prayed up, only Yaweh knows
Gotta stay grounded on the floor (Goth Money Records)
But really, I'm up though
Hop out, we swinging doors (Goth Money Records)
Boy I'ma kick your door
We running throwing 4
Crossed out stones on me and they gleaming
200 on the dash, damn right, I'mma speed it
200 on the dash, hit the pedal [?] gleedin'
(K-K-KTS the scene, we-we murking every)
Came up out the field with some snakes and some demons
Worked up out that mud, prayed up baby angel

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Half human
Half killer