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letra de silent killa - horseshoe g.a.n.g

[intro]
k!llin’ em, k!llin’ em, k!llin’ em all

[verse 1: demetrius capone]
i’m k!llin’ n-ggas for breakfast
the thought of k!lling gives me erections
enter the facility then i’m sealin’ the exits
then i’m drillin’ your ex, i don’t mean s-xin’ her
i mean i’m literally drillin’ your ex with an electric drill
i k!ll n-ggas for testin’, n-ggas wanted the test hard
that’s like wishin’ upon a death star, i fulfill you n-gga’s death wish
die behind words like i’m drivin’ and textin’
i got the license to k!ll, that’s why my car hit ya
but i just might get ya in your apartment
and then i f-ck your b-tch while we layin’ next to your carc-ss
i give her hard d-ck then i l!ck her, i call that hard liquor
even my b-tch is a raw k!ller
if you p-ss her off, she’ll rip your p-sser off
n-gga listen, y’all shouldn’t spar with her
they call me jigsaw because my saw jig ya
i’m a sinner if you ask me, let me ask my split personality
my sentiments exactly, i’m that k!ller in your black jeep
when you adjust your rear mirror and you see me in your backseat
i’m a k!ller, you not
on the set you actin’, but i ain’t givin’ you props
i’m literally a serial k!ller cause i’m k!llin’ my pops
if you don’t get it, then forget it, i admit it cause i-i-i

[hook: demetrius capone]
k!llin’ em, k!llin’ em, k!llin’ em softly
i’m a silent k!lla, who willing to cross me?
k!llin’ em, k!llin’ em, k!llin’ em softly
i’m a violent n-gga with a temper, i’m salty
k!llin’ em, k!llin’ em, k!llin’ em all
homicidal n-gga with criminal thoughts
i envision how to k!ll em, then i’ll be l!ckin’ em all
when my trigger finger itchin’, then i’ll be quick on the draw

[verse 2: julius luciano]
i got a p-ssion for merkin’
i’ll be in the gr-ss like a serpent
in them dark alleys, i’m lurkin’
i feel like sn-tchin’ some purses, hand me that perc and bag
i’ll be packin’ that mag, i’ll be grabbin’ that ratchet
i’m searchin’ to clap any person, full metal jacket dispersin’
aim and hit my target blindfolded
i’ll be no-look p-ssin’ like irving, tragedy certain
i’mma pop up on you in your place, sleep
that glock stuck in your b-tches face, n-ggas can’t scream
you try runnin’ to get away, but don’t think m. night shyamalan comin’ to film that chase scene
i’mma hide up in the hotel with a knife like i’m huntin’, i’m comin’ to penetrate spleens
when cops comin’ this k!ller ain’t seen
i’m dressed like a janitor with a mop bucket, i get away clean
kidnap your son, no f-ckin’ discussion
you wanna see little kevin, better come up with them ducats
i’mma have kevin baked, cause i’m stuffin’ your motherf-ckin’ son in the oven
ain’t no frontin’ or bluffin’
i’mma chase you down, b-tch you runnin’ for nothin’
i’m comin’ to get you motherf-ckers while you huffin’ and puffin’
i’m the silent k!ller like hypertension
snipin’ n-ggas with my gun, suppressin’ his m-ffle

[hook: demetrius capone]

[verse 3: andrew ‘dice’ dinero]
if you wanna see a k!ller take a look at dice
on a prowl, i’m a motherf-ckin’ wolf at night
rockin’ a hockey mask, i’m lookin’ like
a jason look-a-like with a butcher knife
i’mma catch a n-gga comin’ out the liquor store
sippin’ on michelob, my pistol blow
you finna be spillin’ mo’ liquid then your beer bottle when it hit the floor
gotta sit quiet, i’mma plan it like this
i’mma wait on your roof by the satellite dish
tryin’ to give you a shot, on the house like a free drink
you and any member of your family might get sniped
better travel in big groups, but it really don’t matter who with you, i’ll m-ssacre them too
i’m literally a backstabber with that dagger, stab your back with a ginsu knife
i’m quite the savage, michael myers type psychopathic
itchy trigger finger, in fact my entire hand itch, only takin’ a life to scratch it
i’ll keep k!llin’ ’til i have no enemies left, long as i have mobility
i’mma keep k!llin’ ’til i have no energy, i’m k!lling more people than the tobacco industry

[hook: demetrius capone]

[verse 4: kenny]
i don’t stomp, the world tremble and shake when i try
they call it rain, really i make the sky cry
you’ll sit in my bas-m-nt when you awaken right after me givin’ your face a high five
cat’s feelin’ like they got 9 lives, i got a live 9
don’t get it mistaken, i’m sly
it’s simple and plain like idiots on a flight
i’m willin’ to blaze and put into graves who videotapin’ my crime
basket case, i’m trippin’ but not on a d-mn shoelace
i’m trippin’ but not with a d-mn suitcase
i’m trippin’ over you cats who hate
i’m really amped, you hate
now your ligaments i can amputate
i’mma x the ordinary, i’m the extra ordinary
born to bury, prolly shoulda been born inside the mortuary
more than kinda sorta scary, lord of rhyme and more than ready
‘fore the drama chromes i carry, for your soul, the morgue is ready
i make lames get on they knees
they pray, and there’s plenty to eat
your b-tches and dogs, i can put em to sleep
with an ak, speaking of ak, kenny a g
you wanna meet, gimme the cross-street
and in a heartbeat, i’m endin’ your heartbeat
i’m feelin’ like winter, my ticker is frosty
y’all k!llin’ em, k!llin’ em, k!llin’ em hardly
i’m k!llin’ em, k!llin’ em, k!llin’ em softly

[hook: demetrius capone]

- horseshoe g a n g

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