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letra de rampage - rukus

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[intro]
okay f-ck all this
you wanna see horror?
how ’bout i grab this gun right here
and go on a motherf-ckin’ rampage b-tch

[chorus]
17 rounds out the clip through the chamber
look into the pit of my eyes, feel my anger
17 rounds out the clip through the chamber
look into the pit of my eyes, feel my anger

[verse 1]
now it’s on ’cause i’m madder than a motherf-cker
loadin’ up the gauge and blast a few b-tch, hater bustas’
not a gangster but a k!ller now i’m packin’ heat
ready to put some holes in heads and blow you f-ckin’ off your feet
people comin’ at me frantic, tellin’ me it’s drastic
but you f-ck with kryptik, you’ll wind up in a casket
ain’t no place to hide, ain’t no place to run
forget the holy bible you can pray to my shotgun
thinkin’ i’ll spare your life, but you i’ll take it quicker
you think guns are for b-tches well i beg to differ
yo i’m makin’ bodies stiffer than the f-ckin’ grim reaper
comin’ out the shadows like the night of the creeps yo
’cause i’m on a rampage blowin’ off f-ckin’ domes
k!llin’ mothaf-ckas when they exit their f-ckin’ homes
bang, bang, bang, drop the clip from the handle
another f-cker dead, somebody light a candle

[chorus]
17 rounds out the clip through the chamber
look into the pit of my eyes, feel my anger
17 rounds out the clip through the chamber
look into the pit of my eyes, feel my anger

[verse 2]
this ones dedicated to you punk b-tches
autopsy time, close the wounds up with st-tches
there’s always that one ho who thinks she’s too good for ya
barrel in her p-ssy, pull the trigger, that’ll show
i’m not son of satan, so i ain’t doin’ what my dog said
’cause if i did that, there’d be no more livin’ people left
so p-ss those bullets on the left hand side
push the clip in the handle, lock and load, let’s ride
creepin’ on a victim, followin’ close behind, hit the headlights
cap ’em in the face, pull the trigger, yo that’s right
brains on the window, on the seats, on the inside
one sick f-ck with a grin on the outside
ain’t n0body safe ’cause doomsday is comin’
by the name of mr. rukus, so you better start runnin’
bang, bang, bang, drop the clip from the handle
another f-cker dead, somebody light a candle

[chorus]
17 rounds out the clip through the chamber
look into the pit of my eyes, feel my anger
17 rounds out the clip through the chamber
look into the pit of my eyes, feel my anger

[outro]
17 rounds out the clip through the chamber
17 rounds, 17 rounds
17 rounds out the clip through the chamber
17 rounds, 17 rounds
17 rounds out the clip through the chamber
17 rounds, 17 rounds
17 rounds out the clip through the chamber
17 rounds, 17 rounds
look into the pit of my eyes, feel my anger

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