Artist: Bandit AP
Song: Dear God Forgive Me
Typed By: ryan a.k.a fLiP_4LyPhE (azn_platinum_playaz17@hotmail.com)

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Dear God Forgive Me

combiat drilly, 25 near me shuffling back plus stain shirt itz really, a 
flesh groomed du so he checkz ma place, dissect ways to end diz war game, 
check mate. 2 momentz one year, ones from outa da statez. Registration, dat 
licence, fo fa da dat date. So only one fucked up, to mamba takez race. Grab 
ma gun, murda one, now is about to take place. Put da safety out, den it 
startz to rain. Hit dem safely, ryte above da heart to AME. Fo da kill, see 
da lightz flashens still. Red, white to blue shortz rain fo rel. still 
breathen? Im only tryin to get even, within da self demons, well fo pon 
reasonz. Self help cuz nobody carez if im eatin, so why should I care if da 
next men is bleedin? Feedin of anger, brushin off danga, love I feelz none 
like a heelz son strangle, body part dangla, azn not ranga. Up until 
collage, RCM banga. Strange, people said I neva killed befoe, I said "u neva 
wanna see da shyt I saw ", I seen and heard da crack of a jaw from a Viet. 
B.M.Tz yelling out. Whoz numba 1 statz, face da factz, aint proud of all da 
shyt I’ve done. Triad bookz fo gunz, triad hoez fo nun, now im all grown up, 
re sho straight ma past, readneckz hatin on me, ya 'll can kiss ma ass, 
depot rate genomes for there personal game, verses ashame. Talking about us 
walking away, datz why ma people seen evil through cesta strophic, bombz 
dropped on top of our homez, not forgotten. Forcing and kill little men for 
next mealz, survival of da fittest. Now on top of da hill. Lookin down on 
distruction, feel da pain inside. Screamin out from ma heart to da pain 
subside. Til I die, and til I rest in peace. When I go out, im takin all of 
ya 'll wit me. Not 10 not 20, da minimums 50. Thousandz of u hataz so Dear 
God Forgive Me.

Dear God forgive me for I have sinned, life lost in war games. No one wins. 
Turn back da clock and I make a mince. Hear your when I pray as I say. Dear 
God forgive me for I have sinned, life lost in war games. No one wins. Turn 
back da clock and I make a mince. Hear your when I pray as I say Amen.

Let me go back into time in a time warp. Phishing ma self in the linez I 
snort. To ma nose to ma brainz, dey kang ran supreme, dreamz of mascarene, 
on da triple bin dean. Sharin Visien, maybe war stories. Four saw da light 
at da tunnel fo pon a light, now im goin to hell. Even momz neva doubt it. 
All ten commandments, find wayz around dem. How bout da shell not kill is 
still payed the next men, fulfill yo next will. Skill equalz money, fast 
carz and woman. Givin a chance I feel an empty positionz. Take em wisely 
open up your rise G, side wase lock defi pure heartz, u mite see and might 
be that thing you call love, but bring glovez. The bell ringz, shut the word 
love to da mud. To da canvas, banish the thought of sweet blood. Aint no 
suga ryte here. In diz tank is one skank. Put the handz on ma dank, almost 
bank. Instead gave a smirk, grabbed ma shyt and said thankz. She wantz to 
get spanked, dresses her self down, and ma shyt feelz da ground, den ma 
teeth u get bound and whipped. I admit im into da shyt, smackin da bytch, 
why she stole ma shyt. Now I got a loose gear in ma skull, hit da blunt 
twice, den I drank some red wholl. You pull somethin fancy, trigga finga get 
ancy, she said her names Nancy, lyke I give a fuck anyway. Shez talkin to 
much, now shez copin ma nutz, rubbin da cunt, blond bytch shez lovin her 
self, huggin and such, leavin fo da hubby to touch, funny as fucked. Bytch u 
want money fo wut? Anotha new day, sexual deason, handz on ma wallet. I'll 
send dem next air born, which cha ness playboy. Bytch which more diz pict 
realism from da heart den a bottom less pit. Born again sinna only movez 
getz drastic, smoking plastic. I wuz high to begin wit. The hoez dat i've 
been wit, all of dem din wit sinz. We aint mention in hell, we ya 'll in it.

Dear God forgive me for I have sinned, life lost in war games. No one wins. 
Turn back da clock and I make a mince. Hear your when I pray as I say. Dear 
God forgive me for I have sinned, life lost in war games. No one wins. Turn 
back da clock and I make a mince. Hear your when I pray as I say Amen.

Dear God forgive me for I have sinned, life lost in war games. No one wins. 
Turn back da clock and I make a mince. Hear your when I pray as I say Amen.




ryan a.k.a fLiP_4LyPhE 
(azn_platinum_playaz17@hotmail.com)

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