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letra de hitemkillemshootemdead - merkules

[chorus] x2
ice on my neck and it’s cold as the fridge
pull out the rifle, we know where you live
buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc

[bridge] x2
these demons inside of me trynna escape
get the f-ck off me cause i need some sp-ce
hit ’em, k!ll ’em, shoot ’em, dead
hit ’em, k!ll ’em, shoot ’em, dead

[pre-verse] merkules
the voices keep tellin’ me “don’t let ’em live”
devil’s alive, i’m n-bodies friend
cut ’em, stab ’em, cut ’em up
cut ’em, stab ’em, cut ’em up
fill the mosh pit with bullets
(fill the mosh pit with bullets)
fill the mosh pit with bullets
(fill the mosh pit with bullets)
fill the mosh pit with bullets
fill the mosh pit with bullets

[verse 2] merkules
i’m a psychopath, i let the rifle blast
first i sigh and gasp and then i light the match
i’m goin’ ain’t sh-t
i’m taking to many prescriptions got thirty six in my mouth again like i came in from emphins
i’m in your face at the dentist
i’m at the table with winners
and now the scope got a lens like i’m taking a picture, like..
buc ’em, buc ’em, buc ’em, buc ’em
if they really want beef, i.. buc ’em, buc ’em

[chorus] x2
ice on my neck and it’s cold as the fridge
pull out the rifle, we know where you live
buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc

[bridge] x2
these demons inside of me trynna escape
get the f-ck off me ’cause i need some sp-ce
hit ’em, k!ll ’em, shoot ’em.. dead
hit ’em, k!ll ’em, shoot ’em.. dead

[verse 3] caspian
yeah, yo..
rap sort of lambo in the garage, rambo
they want a spot, they get blown like cigars
never broke, cash flows goin’ harder than the homies on the yard
y’all phony, ya facade
the block’s takin’ the order, welcome to h-ll’s kitchen
clique so big, it’s on a scale where yourself with
i slang salt water to a beach, host is the hand up
god father in the street
whole squad is a lead up, i put a chopper at the sea
block-blocka, the top shoter, i’m getting dollars like a mitch
the real mitch, the real topper, the real tony
og in the steel
homie, you k!ll softly
youngs fl-ng-
y’all they f-ckin’ with prince
got a custom made casket for these rappers on my d-ck, ugh
i’m the boss, what they gon’ say now?
i’m the plug, no wire, this is not paypal

[verse 4]
bang-bang, motherf-cker, bang-bang
chain slang, i’m just trynna maintain (that’s right)
f-cked up, i can’t never stay sane
but you know that i’m the illest in my whole campaign
shots rang through the window of your whip
yeah, we really with the sh-ts
bullets filling up the clip, got the pistol on my hip like brrrrrrhhhaaaaa
like the beef in the freezer, i’m raw
you just tough on screen like deniro in the city
where i’m from i’m a motherf-ckin’ hero (fangs)
i’m still good in the hood like my hands are clean
and i’m known to cash buddies like a trampoline (hahaha)
gasoline in the truck if these cats want beef
ya belong in the movie, you just actin’ gee (fugazi)
yeah, let the lions out the cage
put the fire in your face when i’m lighting up the stage
bang-bang

[outro]
ice on my neck and it’s cold as the fridge
pull out the pistol.. b-tch, i know where you live
ice on my neck and it’s cold as the fridge
pull out the pistol.. b-tch, i know where you live
(ice on my neck, ice on my neck
ice on my neck, got this ice on my neck) x3
pull out the pistol.. b-tch, i know where you live

- merkules

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