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letra de ghost shell - krueger_sl

yea b-tch im the grave keeper, burying body’s down deeper. with the sigil, im a reaper, big ass shotgun that’s a keeper. go hard till the eternal sleep, the mortals buried, 6 feet down deep. krueger keep on thuggin and thuggin, bleeding out like it’s just nothin

riding through my block, got the 9, and it’s all strapped up. yea we’re k!llers yea we’re drillers, don’t try us, we are murderous. come step through, shot through, drive up, were nefarious. i been on the same sh-t, boy go try me, and then you’ll gon get hit

i’m a ghost locked in my sh-ll, kick in doors and show no remorse. loaded up the ak, can’t even feel how hard you fell. auto rifles in my closet, can’t handle these, you can not toss it. see the blue light, run away, but don’t go break the fight. in the night, we still up, till the morning hour were on sight. dressed all black, with metal gear, looking like a d-mn knight. blood be dripping off your face, and yet you still think your right. coming in with heavy artillery, gon blow you up, cause a cl-ster strike

krueger gonna come in clutch, let’s just take it up a notch
strike him with an upper cut, see that boy now in the mud
stomp you out down in my rocks, shut up or else youll get doxxed
cracked this pill up in the cup, gon pop your face with the glock

after all your just a snitch, stop begging for mercy and all that sh-t. f-ck up lil b-tch, all that talk, gon shoot up your homies and your crib. my body feeling numb as f-ck, popped this pill, then gon take a hit. put him on the news, big talk snitch, now he gon die a b-tch

hundred thousand shots of ammunition, in the bas-m-nt yea. we still out here with the k!llers, you know we ain’t snitchin nah. with the bike i be rolling up, the scene was left, and full of blood. i’m making bread, stacking up the racks, talking all that sh-t, we gon check on that!

i’m a ghost locked in my sh-ll, kick in doors and show no remorse. loaded up the ak, can’t even feel how hard you fell. auto rifles in my closet, you can’t handle these, you can not toss it. see the blue light, run away, but don’t go break the fight. in the night. we still up, till the morning hour were on sight. dressed all black, with metal gear, looking like a d-mn knight. blood be dripping off your face, and yet you still think your right. coming in with heavy artillery, gon blow you up, gon cause a cl-ster strike

- krueger_sl

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