This is a song about "Stop killing"

I'm killing off,all the babies

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

17. now i'm willing to get killing,

And this will be the song that we sing

My divine itching and shrine killing

I was born to do the damn thing

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Explosion even killing the starbucks liberals

Why does there have to be so much killing

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning

Snooping around and killing

Lust will have you slipping

I'm on a killing spree, can no one stop me, so turnt like a slave that got out yelling

Chasing him, his asthma's flaringsmoking like a chimney, on remy, of course he not caring