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letra de killa mane - beastmode warriors

[verse 1: slyzwicked]
give ’em my love like n0body get it
gonna give ’em four-fives like this, who did it?
evil, i hit it
i’ll admit it
gonna do it myself, i stay independent
that’s how it goes ’til you are a ghost
so, when you fade to black then it’s adios
drop that body and then check the pulse
bag you up and then it’s off you go
i don’t really care what i wear
wrap it across my face, i swear
i’ma be cutting and chopping you up and getting excited when the skin goes tear
look in the mirror, ain’t what appears
go about life, i shed no tears
laugh it up and i chat with peers
never gonna know [what of them?] they fears
got a real nice airbnb
it’s off the grid in the desert heat
hanging with the vultures, play the fiend
gotta be a day for a k!lling spree
once you check-in, ain’t gon’ check-out
head to the back, yo, check this deck out
out to the shed then i gon’ pop out
swing away and i rip yo neck out
stalking you, mocking you
don’t really know i’m watching you
through the cracks and through the walls
and wanna play a game like jigsaw?
lock it down and cut the lights
y’all gonna feel that fright tonight
one-by-one i hear your cries
saying not to fry, y’all meeting christ
[chorus: jp tha hustler]
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane

[verse 2: worm]
four-five c-cked back
white knuckle on the motherf-cking trigger
open up your mouth, i swear to god they’ll send you to your maker
with a hole in your head leaking deep red
all on the front of your shirt
you’re looking like a b-tch
cry inside and all on yourself
p-ssy motherf-cker, what was up with all that talk?
and none of that really matters now
cuz you’re laying on the ground
in your final resting place and i got your t–th inside of my pocket
got a perfect jaw for them on top of my altar
which has been sitting next to the son of a b-tch for about a week now
i was getting kinda worried, almost thought that i would never catch you slipping
but after all, i know i gotta realize
[chorus: jp tha hustler]
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane

[verse 3: chuckklez]
i can feel the adrenaline rush already building up again
which means the demon inside me’s about to go postal on another sin
so, all you motherf-ckers best rethink of what you f-cking say
or else there’s gonna be a major storm when this beast comes out to k!ll and slay
without any hesitation as i grab ’em by the throat, merk a b-tch
for whatever the amount of violence i put in my lyrics to make your body twitch
n-ggas like you gonna learn today for crossing lanes tryna get in my way
we’re demolishers, i don’t f-cking play
so, i’ma cave your head until you pass away
chewing you up and then spit you out like a piece of sh-t y’all really about
then let my hard work do the talking, releasing h-ll any time i shout
never once, i’ma do it for clout cuz that’s where p-ssies are growing so loud
and they’re ripping up the culture
so, i’ma bury ’em without a shadow of doubt
this right here is that murderous sh-t coming straight from out the southern bay
where the realest monsters roll and ready to slaughter the f-cking weak and pay
when i mean that i’m talking to you, so, you’re better to keep your trap restrained
or else i’ll split your ass in two you b-tch cuz i’m a f-cking k!lla mane (aye)
[chorus: jp tha hustler]
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane

[verse 4: jp tha hustler]
i’m a mu’f-cking k!lla mane
doing it with my cl!cker, bang
doing it cuz my clique go bang
doing it beastmode orangutang
i ain’t with no bullsh-t buddy
i be getting h-lla nutty
i be getting my hands muddy
turn your face to something bl–dy
sticking you with that rusty shank
putting you in that musty tank
letting you foam when i turn the stake
bury you deep in the river bank
take you to your f-cking kids
take you to your stupid wife
take you to your friends and fam
i will take and own they life
i ain’t f-cking playing son
with my hands or with a gun
for my clique, you getting done
all you fall just one-by-one
[kiser so say get gerosis?]
spitting with that heater, breather
blow that sh-t up, no one get up
everybody getting toasted

[outro: jp tha hustler]
blow that sh-t up, no one get up
everybody getting toasted
blow that sh-t up, no one get up
everybody getting toasted
blow that sh-t up, no one get up
everybody getting toasted
blow that sh-t up, no one get up
everybody getting toasted

- beastmode warriors

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