There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh
If so you would've tried
The only way I'm leaving this ♥♥♥♥♥ is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with Hennessey,
Got drunk then I finished him
I'm every ♥♥♥♥♥♥ favorite arch-enemy.
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous ♥♥♥♥♥ with beef
I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark diligently

I'm not what you think
I appear to be ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up
Mentally endangered
I can't stay away from a razor
I just want my face in a paper
I wish a ♥♥♥♥♥ had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres
I murder you
Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of Sam, ♥♥♥♥♥, I'm surgical
I'll allergic to dying, you think not? you got balls? We can see how large