I came to kill
I came to kill not with gun not with knife I came to kill not with my fist clenched tight I came to kill not to take a life I came to kill any and everything in sight I Came To Kill The black came to kill the white I came to kill the day I came to kill the night I came to kill the what's the matter I came to kill the what's going on I came to kill the ballot I came to kill the song I came to kill the voice that speaks over me may it be spoken peacefully I came to kill not to claim I came to kill not destroy I came to kill Not To Break toys I came to kill yes I came to make noise I came I came I came to kill

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