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I drink blood of school shooters
Slit throat, loose screws get f**ked up
Hang his ass from flagpoles with sad souls
The innocent, who the f**k’s protecting us?
Boy, you better buckle up 'cause I got questions for you f**ks, I've had enough

Who the f**k protecting us?
Who the f**k show respect for us?
Who accepted us, except for us?
We looked up to them, they rejected us
Who the f**k protecting me?
It ain't a cop or deputy
It ain't a pop celebrity
When n***as pop a song from Pac
Is not gon help me breathe
I mean poppa gone and moms is missing
I ain't got a pot to p*ss in
A lot of my peers either popped a clip, or pop prescription
This the apocalypse so here's my proposition
f**k it all if God intended
Guard the gates and guard the children
Call my baby tell her
I ain't complain bout the cause I'm given
Or the cards they deal a n***a
God is with me n***a

I drink blood of school shooters
Slit throat, loose screws get f**ked up
Hang his ass from flagpoles with sad souls
The innocent, who the f**k’s protecting us?
Boy, you better buckle up 'cause I got questions for you f**ks, I've had enough

Triple X, I just popped a triple X, uh (Yeah)
A school shooter, I just need attention, yeah, uh (Yeah)
Tell the principal, I ain't got no principles
I don't need no school, I got internet, yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Kids at school calling me different, yeah (Yeah)
So I'm tryna work on my differences, yeah (Yeah)
Cool kids at school smoke bigarettes (Yeah)
Teens with nicotine or with liquor breath
Or the semi-TEC at school, what's the bigger threat? (Uh)
Intellect mixed with inner stress (Huh)
That's a recipe for disaster
If you don't believe me, go ask any chef
School shooter, I just need mental help (Huh)
Saved by the bell, I can't hear the bell (Uh)
Give me bad grades, I don't give a F (Uh)
Get in front of my classmates and kill myself (Kill myself, oh-oh-oh)

I drink blood of school shooters
Slit throat, loose screws get f**ked up
Hang his ass from flagpoles with sad souls
The innocent, who the f**k’s protecting us?
Boy, you better buckle up 'cause I got questions for you f**ks, I've had enough

This is a dedication
This is for every shooting, every victim
n***as with potential that never made it
This is for all the living, lemme paint the picture
How you deal with the pressure
Lil Timmy Turner slid in depression
9 millimeter hid in the dresser
Crush pills momma slid in the ketchup
Middle schools with the metal detectors
Bullet holes in the history textbooks
Little Dylan with the 38 special
Judge hit him with a wink and a lecture
What a warm welcome to America
Drug dealers getting pinched on the regular
Triple double judge gave him the Westbrook
Three felonies 10 a piece
The police
Know the whole sh*t is a setup
Who the f**k gon'
Who the f**k go'n protect us?
I told my n***as if we gon' get this sh*t together
Gotta get the sh*t together
f**k the government and f**k the president
Whoever square dancing with the Devil
Led Zeppelin on a stairmaster
That's a meta, they won't never get to heaven
Fifth grade, it was different
While n***as was smoking on piff strains
I was dealing with disdain for my kindred
My kitchen was smelling like p*ss stains
I had family splits strained from addiction
Graduation won attended
Commissary is the pension
Hairpin is on the trigger
Who would miss me if I pinch it and end it, like (Woo)

I drink blood of school shooters
Slit throat, loose screws get f**ked up
Hang his ass from flagpoles with sad souls
The innocent, who the f**k’s protecting us?
Boy, you better buckle up 'cause I got questions for you f**ks, I've had enough

Ah, I got a question, where was protection?
How did this happen? Can we go backwards?

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