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Killin
Coordinates: 56°27′58″N 4°19′05″W / 56.466°N 4.318°W
Killin (/ˌkɪlˈɪn/; from Cill Fhinn 'the White [or Fair] Church' in Gaelic) is a village situated at the western head of Loch Tay in Stirling (formerly Perthshire), Scotland.
The west end of the village is magnificently sited around the scenic Falls of Dochart, the main street leading down towards the Loch at the confluence of the rivers Dochart and Lochay. The falls are crossed by a narrow, multi-arched stone bridge carrying the main A827 road into Killin.
Killin railway station was on the Killin Railway. The railway station was officially closed on 1 November 1965.
Killin has a small primary school with 56 pupils. For secondary education the children have to travel to Callander, 21 miles to the south. The nearest Gaelic medium primary is in Stirling, 37 miles to the south.
History
The MacNab Clan were once dominant here, and have long been associated with Killin. Their ancient burial ground is on Inchbuie in the River Dochart, just below the falls, and is visible from the bridge.
Radio Stations - Killin
Podcasts:
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by Tech N9ne
Ya Killin' Me
by: Tech N9ne[Intro (Tech N9ne)]
Nigga ya came lame
Trying to attain fame
Making it that damn thang
But strange bringing you Samhain's reign
Trying to blame game
When you in the lane you can tame on the bang mang
When fame you gonna bring insane pain
[Chorus x2]
(It's so easy) God sent me here to punish you
(Believe me) I'm the wrong one to run into
(I'm crazy) They tell me ain't nobody cold as you
But you, you (Ha ha) ya killin' me!
[Pill]
Thought that you was nice
But I got news for ya sorta kinda
A deal twice, its nice, its rights with the 49ers
Pain bringer over houses
You softer than Dora's pouches
Smoke a Joker quicker than Batman and torture spouses
Can't believe that you ain't with me
That you ain't as clean and cold as us
Trench a weed? might crank some speed but ever believe
that you froze enough
With the lights on
You think that you tight because you got all of that
ice on
This the right song, because I finish beginnings as
soon as they turn my mic on
Yeah but I tell ya this
Fuck it I package and mail ya this
Better open this letter, ya hope its a fella?
They told me to tap ya and tell ya quick (Bitch!)
This the mixture of a pistol and liquor
Wrap your mouth around this barrel
Guaranteed you drop quicker
(Damn!) On some Smokey shit
Its Friday with the coldest bitch (poke a bitch)
Shoulder then shoulder the dough and toe the ditch
Oh, my bad! I didn't know that was your bottom bitch
I do this shit easy like after eating some cottage
cheese
[Chorus x2]
I feel vicious
I bust to my meal ticket
I'm up in the ill spittage
I fucks with the Pill nigglets!
I'm real bitches
Be walking I feel livid
Even though my skrill vicious
I'm painted up and still wicked
Fuck! My pen just took a big shit
I don't give a fuck cuz I'm gonna rip this
Everybody that called me Devil is gonna get a plague on
their family
Dammint its in the muthafuckin' red
Tech is sick of people's lack of acknowledgement
He was rippin' before wack niggas got a scent
To the reaper, the sack when ya dollas went
Bustin [?] cuz I gotta vent
This industry can truly suck a booty
This rap is how a snap and hack a loogie, sucka sue me
Got straps right in the back, I pack it truly for ya
newbies
I crack ya niggas ass for acting tooty fucking fruity
Laughin' at you wannabes,
Im'a hang nooses, for dudes thats useless
Nigga its fucking Strange Music (Strange Music)
We bang to the boogie, don't sleep on this
Stoppin' a nigga gonna eat with a beast [?]
Wanna creep up on a brotha, beef ya gonna get
When you rappin' niggas never gonna speak on shit!
[Chorus x2]