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letra de prologue - king k lab

[twisted insane]
i wake up and hear what’cha all get to figurin’
out what the f-ck it’s ’bout
i knew what was comin’ already, i mean i’ve been
livin’ life as a demon
i think about k!llin’ ’em all from the time i wake
until i go to sleep, im in the gunner seat
then i will dump the heat until a
motherf-cker is not breathin’
murder in the dark got me in the dark with a map
to the devil himself
i never give two sh-ts about anyone, i k!ll
only the matter it felt!
i done committed so many different sins
and really it ain’t no way for me to win and
it be kinda foolish if i ask the question
am i goin’ to a heaven or h-ll?
people all fear what they can’t see
most of you people do pray to jesus
you need somethin’ to believe in, when you die
you don’t wanna go face diablo
i fill ’em and pill ’em with venom and pain
they will be lovin’ my name, goin’ insane for the brain
when i’m tying up motherf-ckers like i was a tonko
i’m all for n-gg-s and b-tches who want somethin’
different in they cup
and sick of the same everyday bullsh-t that they
hear in the industry
i’ve been murderin’ n-gg-s for so many days in so many ways
you lookin’ for them, n-gg-, hit the club
you lookin’ for me, homie, i be in the street
(b-tch -ss n-gg- f-ck yo life n-gg-!)
i lurk around the corner, any minute they be comin’ to get
murdered by the hands of a heathen
when you run up outta breath, i will hop up and do voodoo
with the heater, put a stand to your breathin’
put a n-gg- head up in the gr-ss, with a hatchet really fast
they gon’ have to get to mansion retrievin’
incredible and when i really smash, i will run up on that -ss
clack clack, get back for you, peep it
imagine a life where you wake up and you in a
room that’s filled with psychos
then maybe you wanna k!ll everyone but you’re
afraid to take the leap
i have no religion so i never sin
so it’s really nothin’ for me to just
do it again and again when i’m puttin’ a
motherf-cker like you straight to sleep

[iso]
i woke up a demon, i sleep by the heater, the
pistol will stay by my bed
when i go to the preacher i tell him i’m prayin’ to
jesus but they cannot save me, i’m dead
and im hopin’ one day that i can be normal lookin’
because evil’ll stay in my head
the devil reached out to me tellin’ me one day come on in, yeah, that’s what satan had said!
i pick up my pistol and then i put it to my
dome and i’m thinkin’ ’bout endin’ it all
i’m skitzo affected, i really just wanna get
better so i will not give in at all
i never will deal with the sh-t that we went through so
i guess i gotta blame it on the law
and then i go pick up my pistol and then i hit
the police station, start k!llin’ ’em all!
i’m knowin’ a lot of ’em prob’ly don’t f-ck with me
cause of my views on religion
all that i see is division, thinkin’ ’bout
all of the murders of muslim and christians
i pick up a bible and pick a quran up but
then i think ‘what is the difference?’
like why in the f-ck are we k!llin’ eachother like
all my gang members for instance?
i feel like i’m twisted, root of all evil
because i’ve been havin’ some visions
everyone packin’ a pistol so i just
gotta keep everybody at a distance
will i ever get to heaven is one of my questions
because of the way that i’m livin’
or will a motherf-cker keep on k!llin’ people
then burn slow like an incense
shooting and shouting
i been ridin’ with a heater cause i know a lot of n-gg-s prob’ly
wanna see a k!lla in the grave
but i bet you i’mma hit it with the venom when i gotta be the
n-gg- that’ll put a hollow tip up in your brain!
it’s a lot of n-gg-s talkin’ ’bout they sick up in the brain
talkin’ ’bout they murder n-gg-s but i hit ’em with the thang
talkin’ ’bout he was a homie but i know it wasn’t funny so i
catch a n-gg- slippin’ then i gotta let it bang!
i don’t really give a sh-t about you n-gg-s, i’m a psycho
run up on a n-gg- with a fully loaded rifle
lot of n-gg-s trippin’ on me and i’m real in it
but i’mma let a n-gg- have it and i put that on the bible!
run up on a n-gg- then i hit ’em when i finish ’em and
put ’em in a river, n-gg-, really that’s survival
when they find the body i’mma hit ’em with a semi, you could
run into somebody, motherf-cker it was iso!

[c. ray]
everybody wanna talk all that sh-t about
me but behind me
and i’m wonderin’ what it’s gon’ be, whether
that they can say to my face
cause you little n-gg-s ain’t as big as you
talkin’ on record, this time he
get to speakin’ and blood’ll be leakin’
i eat ’em and say ‘my grace’!
and they hate it when i get the upper hand
hate it when i get to grippin’, stick ’em with the
blade and throw ’em in the f-ckin’ van
and i don’t wanna hurt n-body but i let my
n-gg-s do one for a couple grand
that way i don’t gotta touch ’em and i won’t
contaminate my motherf-ckin’ hands, so
tell me what you thought it was, homie
no b-tch, i hit you with the slug, homie
oh sh-t i got a bit of blood on me
it’s nothin’
they never stick it to me and they gon’ see
treat the legal system like a n-gg-
you can bet i beat it like the police!
and you can bet i been up in the game
long enough, consider me a veteran
better than… anybody at the table
fed ’em like they never been then i grin
cause i know there’s no escape and wherever they at
i get the pen, and stick a phony with it
wicked with the homie k-lab!

- king k lab

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