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(Intro: Madam Scheez) |
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Yeah, fuck that shit |
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Killarmy lay low in the fox hole |
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Y'all bitches better be on some shit |
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And start transportin' grenades in y'all pussies |
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Hold ya man down |
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I'm a knock-out bitch |
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What y'all bitches know about war? |
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Some of y'all niggas is bitches too, rockin' gay fatigues |
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Bitches better come on some militant shit |
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(Beretta 9) |
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Yo, fresh paste, PaperMate, another joint, no date |
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Y'all MC's know darts, no weight, no escape |
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The wrath, Genuine Draft, Beretta's time to splash |
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Like Hurricane Joe, grab a raft, lifesaver |
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Return of the Jedi, Luke vs. Vader |
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Crush you with the force, of course you can't score |
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First platoon leads you to doom, kid, your aunt raw |
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These darts like scuds, oh son, you want war? |
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Black Rambo, thoughts like the power of Ginko |
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My thoughts move fast to the speed of the tempo |
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Think quick, don't be the one to get licked |
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Shit is real, kid, you don't get to practice the script |
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Keep ya eyes pealed, guns concealed, ya lips sealed |
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By the way, kid, got on ya shield? |
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Shit be on, out in the world |
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It's all Fear, Love & War |
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But we sure to keep this in store |
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(ShoGun Assason) |
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All men man ya battle stations, this is global devastation |
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In it's purest manifestation, the 6 man weddin' invasion |
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The return the Killarmy, prepare for war with 3 |
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Attack in harmony, to terrorize ya industry |
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With murder poems and assassinatin' symphonies |
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ShoGun, there's no disarmin' me |
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Blast over instru-medleys, my words is deadly |
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Beretta keep you shootin' heads steady |
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Fuckin' with a lone wolf runnin' through the wilderness hungry |
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I'm growlin' and howlin' at the full moon |
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There's no hope for this world, only tragedy and doom |
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That's why I stay liquidic, I'm sick wit it |
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Cock me back and watch me spit it |
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(Chorus: Islord) |
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Yo, be off the set, jet |
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Cuz when we come through we drop bombs on y'all establishments |
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Killarmy got this rap shit sewn like sweatshops |
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Jet, be off the set |
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Cuz when we come through we drop bombs on y'all establishments |
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Killarmy got the shit sewn like sweatshops |
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(Frukwan) |
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Yo, fuckin' hip-hop |
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Yo, perish, demolish, every herd in the forest |
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Stalk the tropic, category 4, catastrophic |
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Doust the tonic that's outside, end the demonic |
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While you wack-ass niggas puffin' on the chronic |
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Ultimately mentally unstable |
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Bones shatter, rat-a-tat-tat, I'm somethin' fatal |
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Public rehab it just like in a fossil |
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Leave a nigga bone drop, dryer than a fossil |
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Makti functions, lock niggas in dungeons |
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Trigger the C4, ga-pow-pow, parts all over the wall |
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Pressure, descent, to lay assault |
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Prisons and vaults, a catapult, watts and volts |
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Special effects, Hi-Tech scouts and tweezers |
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Yo, a fuckin' difficult procedure |
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(Chorus) |
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(Outro: Islord) |
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We don't play |
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We don't play when it comes to this shit right here |
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Shit gotta feed our babies and all that shit |
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Feed ya fuckin' families and shit |
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Comin' straight from the ghetto |
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Know what I mean? |
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We don't play |
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When we come through, we don't play |
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Word up, y'all niggas get hurt |
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Fuckin' with this shit right here we dealin' wit |
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Y'all niggas get hurt |
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Word up |
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It's like that |
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It's real like that |
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Ya fuckin' nerds |
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Y'all niggas is nerds out here |
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Word up |