I ain't got no love for dead birds only jar's
And I've known a true romance in the trunk of my car
And I feed the beast with gasoline, cuz that church is burning down
Down down down, to the ground
Your teeth are being chipped upon my silver tongue
And it's blood blood blood that in your lungs
Like a preacher with a gun, you know I'll be around
Just 'adrinking til that church gonna burn on down
Cause the style is so vile, and I've got violence on my mind
You can see it in my eyes I am the killin' kind
Pauly Creep-O - Killin' Kind Lyrics
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I ain't got no love for dead birds only jar's
And I've known a true romance in the trunk of my car
And I feed the beast with gasoline, cuz that church is burning down
Down down down, to the ground
Your teeth are being chipped upon my silver tongue
And it's blood blood blood that in your lungs
Like a preacher with a gun, you know I'll be around
Just 'adrinking til that church gonna burn on down
Cause the style is so vile, and I've got violence on my mind
You can see it in my eyes I am the killin' kind
And I've known a true romance in the trunk of my car
And I feed the beast with gasoline, cuz that church is burning down
Down down down, to the ground
Your teeth are being chipped upon my silver tongue
And it's blood blood blood that in your lungs
Like a preacher with a gun, you know I'll be around
Just 'adrinking til that church gonna burn on down
Cause the style is so vile, and I've got violence on my mind
You can see it in my eyes I am the killin' kind
Writer: Pauly Creep-O
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