Search results for 'kill bury me by 30 seconds to mars'

on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (opps), ride on the cops (cops)

Live by the code, die by the code, never been a hoe
Bury me before I sell my soul

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

the same (kahm-kahm)
It's curfew whenever I come through
(kahm-kahm) kill the fuckery
Them niggas can't fuck with me (come on)
I'm really 'bout it in the war

60 Seconds in, I can't inhale, I know I'm drowning
This little oxygen, I'm holding in, it's quite astounding
30 Seconds more and I'll be dead, I

say she lovin' it 
She let me, my brudda' hit 

If they touch my brudda's bury him
The way I push the whip look like I'm in there, damn hurry up
I don't

If I die by tomorrow mornin', (mornin')
Just please don't bury me (bury me)
Momma, I'm tired of warnin' (warnin')
This shit started scarin' me

i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed

round here;
and aint nobody gone tell who did it round here!

chorus  4 x

i aint them goofy white boyz from tha movies;
talk shit and have to kill me ( u

kill it we talking 'bout apes
I wrote up last so these brodies done taken the reference, I guess I be rapping bout snakes
30 seconds for my ding dong
30

, bury me
I'm waiting for the day they carry me, carry me, carry me
My dreams won't wait for 30 seconds to mars
I need that instant transmission that'll

chorus and bear dis in mind
Season fi everything to kill now's de time
Bad word me nuh need fi cus and swear blind
De word a god me use and beat dem put

cortex and refreshed every 30 seconds 

Crowdfunding cancer drugs and digital bake sales to help bury our friends
Is this your rugged individualism,

kill at witnesses
Bury the hatchet
Matter of fact bury the casket
Kill niggas bury the ratchet
Pick it back up if I have to
I used to bump niggas

stabbed in the back by local artists
Who used me for my penmanship craft but never played me startin'
How my numbers be the same as the rap keb artists

ain't fuckin with my squad
Shum folin pak bojn famen nuk e meritojn
Famna jut ma merr n goj
Mac 11 rinse a 30 clip in couple seconds
I like petite gyali

and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)

Made it clear like a squeegee

fishes nah naah
If they try me ima bury dez bishes yaa yaaa
Been rolling around with the felonies
Just to live happily
U could come dab with me
I gotta

kill and bury them then live in denial
Of my heinous actions
When I'm done subtracting the number of people living on the Earth
I'll fly out to Mars

therapy bad
These rappers is gassed, these rappers is actors and this movie's terribly cast
I'm finna kill it
Compare this track to a strap and a mask

On the sound like brought my twins
Tackle me and click-clack
And spin again where his peeps lay
Replay, pull the trigger on the 30

Missed fire, had to delay

So official I can kill em off a snippet
Have em watching 30 seconds for the next 30 minutes
Talking for 30 days calculations to get paid
Comments cover

You Are
It's Nothing to Laugh About 35 Seconds
Regard Me like Vengeance When A Tiger Calls
Itch come and Gone this
Two Outside, As Bones Break in my

clearly need a shrink
Wanna test me and Mars? yeah you clearly need to think
If I wrote rhymes on paper, I would bury you with ink
But rather than bury you

to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell