- Killarmy serving Justice 歌詞
- Killarmy
- Chorus: P.
R. Terrorist (9th Prince)
Yo yo, yall *****s talk rubbish, we
Wu-Tang publish (Yall *****s try to dub this the Gods serving justice)
Yall *****s talk rubbish, we
Wu-Tang publish (Yall *****s try to dub this the Gods serving justice, with ruckus Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches) [P.R. Terrorist]
Apocalypse at my finter tips
Sense ya tight grip exit a clip
Fill with engraved initials of lyrical nondescripts
On my hitlist, terrorist tartest,
I never miss
Strike a bullseye, say bonzai and ball my fist [Killa Sin]
Yo I could pull da livest *****t hang-gliding off the side of a cliff
Country western * **** been known to chokehold on my *****
Roll a spliff the size of dynamite sticks
Sideswipe you and the mic boot
Strike you till you yodle or ya name miss
Make ya brain *****ft like earthquake plates in
Vegas North
Flake kicks, guaranteed dat ass a free face lift
Crack ya jaw in three different places leave you speechless [P.R. Terrorist]
Speak with a lisp
Lyrics of forcell skip ya disk
Shuffle your track, bring ya *****t back then make ya piss thoughts of suicide, razor blade pressed against ya wrist
Vocals bangin off da walls of ya drums
You cant resist
Sudden impact, yeah jetblack
*****ne like
Shalack Flashdance on 4th
Disciple tracks,
They off the meat rack
The combinationss like one in a million
Puerto Rican quarter bizillion
Seven wise men making a killing
In this rapworld, shattering *****s like glassbuildings
When my wind blow, you crabs move slow
Murder you dolo, take ya heads off
Riding a horse like playing polo [Killa Sin]
I flow faster than
Skolettos
Used to hesitate to let go
Now my darts echo for blocks and travel north rapidly like
Metro Clap happy, rap cat get at me, wit ya faculty
See half of them is petro, or deadly like fat ass is in the *** so
Ya buttersoft, sweet talking, sweet walking *****s get ya neck broke for asking
See I aim kid and my
A stay missing in action
Fire back when *****s start clapping
Make it happen
Chorus: P.
R. Terrorist (9th Prince)
Yall *****s talk rubbish, we
Wu-Tang publish (Yall *****s try to dub this the Gods serving justice)
Yo, yall *****s talk rubbish, we
Wu-Tang publish (Yall * ****s try to dub this the Gods serving justice, with ruckus Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches) [9th Prince]
I use *****s for target practice
This year
I plan to ***** the baddest actress
On my waterbed
Wu mattress
Im from the tribe of
Shabazz, your alpine endurance
Rhyme insurance, was stolen by the thief of
Bagdad Its the worlds greatest soundscanner
Whose elbows is made of steel like
Tito Santana
The Gods voicebox connects with high frequencies,
Satellites and antennas,
Prince Saddam is
Shaolins
Highlander, with
Evander Holyfield stamina
Ill punch a hole in ya stomach, snatch out ya liver
Wrap ya body in a plastic bag, and tell my fans
My new dance is 'Dead Man Floating In A River' my
Kodak thoughts, picture dark, clear visions like transition lenses
I rose with the illest, cross ya fingers you superstitious
Ill still murder your ass, with influence of insanity conditions
RZA and 4th
Disciple tracks, make me wanna grab an axe
Prince Saddams a lyrical lumberjack
A broken brawler, nighttime stalker, creepy crawler
With a sawed-off shottie, rock the party,
Go stick up the lobby
Chorus: P.
R. Terrorist (9th Prince)
Yo yo, yall *****s talk rubbish, we
Wu-Tang publish (Yall *****s try to dub this the Gods serving justice)
Yall *****s talk rubbish, we
Wu-Tang publish (Yall *****s try to dub this the Gods serving justice, with ruckus Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches)
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