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conversations.value: Write me a song called School Shooters (Remix) with the following description: An exclusive, remixed version of School Shooters that never made it on Bad Vibes Forever, includes 2 verses from rapper Kemba and a few Lil Wayne adlibs, plus the Wayne verse is cleaner and more high sounding quality, This was released on February 18, 2020 on Kemba’s YouTube account. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Chorus: XXXTENTACION]
  I drink blood of school shooters
  Slit throat, loose screws get fucked up
  Hang his ass from flag poles with sad souls
  The innocent, who the fuck’s protecting us?
  Boy, you better buckle up ‘cause I got questions for you fucks, I’ve had enough
  [Verse 1: Kemba]
  Who the fuck protecting us?
  Who the fuck show respect for us?
  Who accepted us, except for us?
  When we looked up for them, they rejected us
  Who the fuck protecting me?
  It ain't a cop or deputy
  It ain't a pop celebrity
  When niggas pop a song from Pac
  Is not gon' help me breathe, I mean
  Poppa gone and mom's is missing, I ain't got a pot to piss in
  A lot of my peers either popped a clip, or pop prescription
  This the apocalypse so here's my proposition
  Fuck it all if God intended
  Guard the gates and guard the children, call my baby tell her
  I ain't complainin' 'bout the cause I'm given
  Or the cards they deal a nigga, God is with me nigga, yuh
  [Chorus: XXXTENTACION]
  I drink blood of school shooters
  Slit throat, loose screws get fucked up
  Hang his ass from flag poles with sad souls
  The innocent, who the fuck’s protecting us?
  Boy, you better buckle up ‘cause I got questions for you fucks, I’ve had enough [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  (Uh) Triple X, I just popped a triple X, uh (Uh)
  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
  Kids at school calling me different, yeah (Yeah)
  So I'm tryna work on my differences, yeah (Yeah)
  Cool kids at school smoke bigarettes (Yuh)
  Teens with nicotine or with liquor breath
  Or the semi-TEC at school, what's the bigger threat? (Boom)
  Intellect mixed with inner stress (Uh)
  That's a recipe for disaster
  If you don't believe me, go ask any chef (Oh)
  School shooter, I just need mental help (Uh)
  Saved by the bell, I can't hear the bell (Uh)
  Give me bad grades, I don't give a F (Whoa)
  Get in front of my classmates and kill myself (Kill myself, oh)
  [Chorus: XXXTENTACION]
  I drink blood of school shooters
  Slit throat, loose screws get fucked up
  Hang his ass from flag poles with sad souls
  The innocent, who the fuck’s protecting us?
  Boy, you better buckle up ‘cause I got questions for you fucks, I’ve had enough
  [Verse 3: Kemba]
  This is a dedication
  This is for every shooting, every victim
  Niggas with potential that never made it
  This is for all the living
  Let me 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-middle schools with the metal detectors
  Bulletholes in the history textbooks
  Little Dylan with the 38 special
  Judge hit him a wink and lecture
  What a warm welcome to America
  Drug dealers getting pinched on the regular
  Triple double judge gave him the Westbrook
  Three felonies, ten apiece, the police know this whole shit is a setup
  Who the fuck gon'—, who the fuck gon' protect us?
  I told my niggas if we gon' get this shit together, gotta get our shit together
  Fuck the government and fuck the president, whoever square dancing with the devil
  Led Zeppelin on a stair master, that's a meta, they won't never get to heaven
  Fifth grade, it was different
  While niggas was smoking on piff strains
  I was dealing with disdain for my kindred
  My kitchen was smelling like piss stains
  I had family split 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? Ooh [Chorus: XXXTENTACION]
  I drink blood of school shooters
  Slit throat, loose screws get fucked up
  Hang his ass from flag poles with sad souls
  The innocent, who the fuck’s protecting us?
  Boy, you better buckle up ‘cause I got questions for you fucks, I’ve had enough
  [Outro: XXXTENTACION]
  Agh, I got a question, where was protection?
  How did this happen? Can we go backwards?