Dress to Kill Lyrics
| Song | Dress to Kill |
| Artist | Killarmy |
| Album | Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Alexander, Bougard, Grant ... | |
| (reporter) | |
| We are at war with the enemy we can't see a brutal conspiracy of assassination | |
| Kidnappings, bombings, highjackings and mass murders (a woman) | |
| Leave the | |
| Girl alone, leave alone!!! (reporter) | |
| There's a battle ragin' fueled by desperation, hatred and fear (expert) | |
| Now the principal language spoken here is gunfire (reporter) it is a worldwar lead by holymen, madmen and millions of disciples willing to die for their cause their strategy is worldwide terrorism | |
| It's time to go to war niggas... | |
| Get the bulletproof vests niggas... word up!! chorus: | |
| Grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots | |
| Military gear 'n' go up like troops (4x) | |
| Yo, yo, yo, all rhymes is mad raw nigga, let the force pour from my jaws, lyric sause got high with fly sounds bound the floors it's war for all you rap acts who's wack, come back | |
| I back gats 'n' block for filts, to be exact like that thing (Pow!) | |
| Strikes in yo' nut, one shot, | |
| I bang slang to yo' brain get you open on top for some | |
| What What! nigga take that | |
| I'm in some shit is done, when it comes to track 'n' phat drums | |
| I am hung lyrical tunes that boom, crush consume brains leavin' yo' veins, puttin' pumps 'n' losin' the bock, blazin' hot glock raisin' yo' nut, cock to kill son(Pow!) | |
| Spill it to bomb, backglot? | |
| Yo, I'm test nigga, best be on | |
| Methstreet, | |
| I blast fast 'n' shout | |
| DA-DA-DAZ just like flexin' glass, foo, last tool shiped with dime, homicide collide with energize thoughts from dark side of | |
| Park, die | |
| Split yo' vest from yo' test | |
| My complex style be wild 'nuff tough like rough sex or roughnecks | |
| I dedicate this track to the suspects (yeah!) the real live niggas ain't afraid to bust sex | |
| Seven soldiers, militant darkness for heavenly niggas in heaven strap with the holy mack elevens, we turn to devils 'n' poison yo' ferrins' razorblade stash is out the bible, stuck to the chuch of the madman on a vital | |
| I conquer your honor 'n' the battle former, seven man control dead maybe cause for this strategy fight his bomber, my thoughts is elevated, arsenerated so speak to some mamas, two places devil plated | |
| I take off the heads of those who worship | |
| Adam 'n' Eve from the garden of | |
| Eden follow the prince of thieves, | |
| I ain't the guard, but you're a lyrical burgler | |
| It's the price of killin' like | |
| Kaine did the first murder chorus: | |
| Grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots | |
| Military gear 'n' go up like troops (4x) | |
| Silent Weapons, instruments of combat used in quiet wars when | |
| I attack M | |
| C's become | |
| B.O.W.'s missin' in action | |
| Shogun the | |
| Assason strikes with rage, when | |
| I engage with | |
| Street Wars, when neighbourhood druglords let you tear yo' weapon' too like razbows?, bows 'n' arrows it ain't that force 'n' penetrates trough the skin, but first through your clothes | |
| My platoons uniform is timbows 'n' capholes nice dark 'cause you being followed like dark shadows commandoes with empty ammo | |
| We are the men in war, refugees from | |
| Jeff county | |
| Army of black knights, sinners 'til the death strikes chorus: | |
| Grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots | |
| Military gear 'n' go up like troops (1x) | |
| One with the killa 'n' the clan, | |
| I came with the scam a foo-proof plan 'n' death to coloured men | |
| Climin' uses race from the sun | |
| Dom PaChino, | |
| Madman, Assassin tracks for | |
| Shogun... |
| zuo qu : Alexander, Bougard, Grant ... | |
| reporter | |
| We are at war with the enemy we can' t see a brutal conspiracy of assassination | |
| Kidnappings, bombings, highjackings and mass murders a woman | |
| Leave the | |
| Girl alone, leave alone!!! reporter | |
| There' s a battle ragin' fueled by desperation, hatred and fear expert | |
| Now the principal language spoken here is gunfire reporter it is a worldwar lead by holymen, madmen and millions of disciples willing to die for their cause their strategy is worldwide terrorism | |
| It' s time to go to war niggas... | |
| Get the bulletproof vests niggas... word up!! chorus: | |
| Grap yo' army suits ' n' yo' phat black boots | |
| Military gear ' n' go up like troops 4x | |
| Yo, yo, yo, all rhymes is mad raw nigga, let the force pour from my jaws, lyric sause got high with fly sounds bound the floors it' s war for all you rap acts who' s wack, come back | |
| I back gats ' n' block for filts, to be exact like that thing Pow! | |
| Strikes in yo' nut, one shot, | |
| I bang slang to yo' brain get you open on top for some | |
| What What! nigga take that | |
| I' m in some shit is done, when it comes to track ' n' phat drums | |
| I am hung lyrical tunes that boom, crush consume brains leavin' yo' veins, puttin' pumps ' n' losin' the bock, blazin' hot glock raisin' yo' nut, cock to kill son Pow! | |
| Spill it to bomb, backglot? | |
| Yo, I' m test nigga, best be on | |
| Methstreet, | |
| I blast fast ' n' shout | |
| DADADAZ just like flexin' glass, foo, last tool shiped with dime, homicide collide with energize thoughts from dark side of | |
| Park, die | |
| Split yo' vest from yo' test | |
| My complex style be wild ' nuff tough like rough sex or roughnecks | |
| I dedicate this track to the suspects yeah! the real live niggas ain' t afraid to bust sex | |
| Seven soldiers, militant darkness for heavenly niggas in heaven strap with the holy mack elevens, we turn to devils ' n' poison yo' ferrins' razorblade stash is out the bible, stuck to the chuch of the madman on a vital | |
| I conquer your honor ' n' the battle former, seven man control dead maybe cause for this strategy fight his bomber, my thoughts is elevated, arsenerated so speak to some mamas, two places devil plated | |
| I take off the heads of those who worship | |
| Adam ' n' Eve from the garden of | |
| Eden follow the prince of thieves, | |
| I ain' t the guard, but you' re a lyrical burgler | |
| It' s the price of killin' like | |
| Kaine did the first murder chorus: | |
| Grap yo' army suits ' n' yo' phat black boots | |
| Military gear ' n' go up like troops 4x | |
| Silent Weapons, instruments of combat used in quiet wars when | |
| I attack M | |
| C' s become | |
| B. O. W.' s missin' in action | |
| Shogun the | |
| Assason strikes with rage, when | |
| I engage with | |
| Street Wars, when neighbourhood druglords let you tear yo' weapon' too like razbows?, bows ' n' arrows it ain' t that force ' n' penetrates trough the skin, but first through your clothes | |
| My platoons uniform is timbows ' n' capholes nice dark ' cause you being followed like dark shadows commandoes with empty ammo | |
| We are the men in war, refugees from | |
| Jeff county | |
| Army of black knights, sinners ' til the death strikes chorus: | |
| Grap yo' army suits ' n' yo' phat black boots | |
| Military gear ' n' go up like troops 1x | |
| One with the killa ' n' the clan, | |
| I came with the scam a fooproof plan ' n' death to coloured men | |
| Climin' uses race from the sun | |
| Dom PaChino, | |
| Madman, Assassin tracks for | |
| Shogun... |
| zuò qǔ : Alexander, Bougard, Grant ... | |
| reporter | |
| We are at war with the enemy we can' t see a brutal conspiracy of assassination | |
| Kidnappings, bombings, highjackings and mass murders a woman | |
| Leave the | |
| Girl alone, leave alone!!! reporter | |
| There' s a battle ragin' fueled by desperation, hatred and fear expert | |
| Now the principal language spoken here is gunfire reporter it is a worldwar lead by holymen, madmen and millions of disciples willing to die for their cause their strategy is worldwide terrorism | |
| It' s time to go to war niggas... | |
| Get the bulletproof vests niggas... word up!! chorus: | |
| Grap yo' army suits ' n' yo' phat black boots | |
| Military gear ' n' go up like troops 4x | |
| Yo, yo, yo, all rhymes is mad raw nigga, let the force pour from my jaws, lyric sause got high with fly sounds bound the floors it' s war for all you rap acts who' s wack, come back | |
| I back gats ' n' block for filts, to be exact like that thing Pow! | |
| Strikes in yo' nut, one shot, | |
| I bang slang to yo' brain get you open on top for some | |
| What What! nigga take that | |
| I' m in some shit is done, when it comes to track ' n' phat drums | |
| I am hung lyrical tunes that boom, crush consume brains leavin' yo' veins, puttin' pumps ' n' losin' the bock, blazin' hot glock raisin' yo' nut, cock to kill son Pow! | |
| Spill it to bomb, backglot? | |
| Yo, I' m test nigga, best be on | |
| Methstreet, | |
| I blast fast ' n' shout | |
| DADADAZ just like flexin' glass, foo, last tool shiped with dime, homicide collide with energize thoughts from dark side of | |
| Park, die | |
| Split yo' vest from yo' test | |
| My complex style be wild ' nuff tough like rough sex or roughnecks | |
| I dedicate this track to the suspects yeah! the real live niggas ain' t afraid to bust sex | |
| Seven soldiers, militant darkness for heavenly niggas in heaven strap with the holy mack elevens, we turn to devils ' n' poison yo' ferrins' razorblade stash is out the bible, stuck to the chuch of the madman on a vital | |
| I conquer your honor ' n' the battle former, seven man control dead maybe cause for this strategy fight his bomber, my thoughts is elevated, arsenerated so speak to some mamas, two places devil plated | |
| I take off the heads of those who worship | |
| Adam ' n' Eve from the garden of | |
| Eden follow the prince of thieves, | |
| I ain' t the guard, but you' re a lyrical burgler | |
| It' s the price of killin' like | |
| Kaine did the first murder chorus: | |
| Grap yo' army suits ' n' yo' phat black boots | |
| Military gear ' n' go up like troops 4x | |
| Silent Weapons, instruments of combat used in quiet wars when | |
| I attack M | |
| C' s become | |
| B. O. W.' s missin' in action | |
| Shogun the | |
| Assason strikes with rage, when | |
| I engage with | |
| Street Wars, when neighbourhood druglords let you tear yo' weapon' too like razbows?, bows ' n' arrows it ain' t that force ' n' penetrates trough the skin, but first through your clothes | |
| My platoons uniform is timbows ' n' capholes nice dark ' cause you being followed like dark shadows commandoes with empty ammo | |
| We are the men in war, refugees from | |
| Jeff county | |
| Army of black knights, sinners ' til the death strikes chorus: | |
| Grap yo' army suits ' n' yo' phat black boots | |
| Military gear ' n' go up like troops 1x | |
| One with the killa ' n' the clan, | |
| I came with the scam a fooproof plan ' n' death to coloured men | |
| Climin' uses race from the sun | |
| Dom PaChino, | |
| Madman, Assassin tracks for | |
| Shogun... |
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