a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de killem - ill zakiel

[verse 1]
who’s that stone cold k!ller?
grab the microphone and wrap the cord around your throat until you choke, oh yes
you guessed that soul don’t figure
you could go against the k!ller
get your whole dome split open, your nose bone ripped up
hit your merch booth at your show, grab a shirt or two and light them up on fire, throw them on the stage to burn you
only way your sh-t is fire is when you catch the bird flu
after eating chile mexicano that i served you
while you junkie pill addicts after scratching for some xanax
i’ve been active, i’ve become a real savage
worked the craft until it’s sharper than a dagger then i stabbed you in the abdomen and slit your adams apple, i’m an animal
i’m unsabbatical, i left my job, i had to do it, just so i could bring the att-tude back into rap influence
you little emo skinny rappers crying sad, i’m just gon’ laugh at you
you motherf-ckers suck, and that’s the saddest truth

[chorus]
you can never understand, how i could k!ll a man with this mic in my hand
lord forgive me, i’ma k!llem, (i’ma k!llem, i’ma k!llem) i’ma k!llem, i’ma k!llem, (i’ma k!llem, i’ma k!llem)
lord forgive me, ‘cos i tried to fight the urge but i can’t hold it back
i’m about to k!ll a man with this mic in my hand, i’ma k!llem, i’ma k!llem, (i’ma k!llem, i’ma k!llem) lord forgive me, i’ma k!llem, (i’ma k!llem, i’ma k!llem) i’ma k!llem, i’ma k!llem

[verse 2]
who’s that [?] drink so much tequila, now they call me the gusano
i’ve been soaking up the dangers like the worm inside the bottle, when you book this in your system, blur your vision like beer goggles
full throttle, giving you that gasolina, give me the mic and watch me speed up, serving the heat up in la cocina
if you motherf-ckers think that you could equal up to half of me, that’s blasphemy, the god of rap has risen from the ashes
it’s the second coming, holy spirit lives in my anatomy
and i’ve been sent to hip hop to begin to rapture, it’s time to begin the chapter were the rap sk!lls are the factor that could get you in the house, and if your wack we’ll kick you outta’ here
my [?] has hit your shoulder blades and kicked you into your lonely grave, that goes for all you suckers who’ve been overrated
you’ve overstayed your welcome, [?] you little dumpster rappers like the scratch is meant to go to waste

[verse 3]
yo, i’m giving you suckers my -ss to kiss, the k!llers the paper, i’ll smack you b-tch, i’m packing the mic in the back of the like [?] isn’t average, or damage your [?] the matter of fact, i’m talking to all you maggot little crackheads
i’m ill and tough, it’s the realest ones i’ma hit ’em up, about to k!ll a busta and all of you suckers feeling ’em
zakiel is one of the illest latino spitters since the [?] and big pun
i’m [?] with the lyics dropping heat [?] notorious, i’m the new wave of warriors and i will be victorious, the ring will be so glorious, i’ll send my [?] get you hit for 40 bucks so…

[pre-chorus]
this one goes out to my k!llers, all my lyrical microphone k!llers, gotta send this one out to the real ones, if you don’t get on the mic and you don’t k!ll well then…

[outro]
yo this one right here goes out to all my real microphone k!llers
all my lyricists
all those other wack chumps, well
i guess you know we gotta k!llem, we gotta k!llem, and we k!llem and we k!llem and we k!llem and we k!llem
yes we k!llem, and we k!llem and we k!llem and we k!llem and we k!llem, shut the f-ck up

- ill zakiel

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS