Lyrics:
of the Round Table.
ALL HEADS: You're a Knight of the Round Table?
ROBIN: I am.
LEFT HEAD: In that case I shall have to kill you.
MIDDLE HEAD: Shall I?
RIGHT
to kill a motherfucker who can't feel shit
Y’all niggas know what it is
Allo my niggas assist
Man we gon’ pull up with pistols
Shoot up your block for this
use their power not to assist, but to oppress.
At the wave of a gloved hand
These people can, and do,
Send young men to their death,
But not before
a fist
Yeah, you get the gist I'm giving assists
Jason Will, I take a pill
I pray to kill I
We were watching a flick
I'm watching the window
Paranoid, they
I live
I say, "Fuck a T-K-O
I'm tryna fight to the death"
You could bring your whole set, all alone
I'm the best
I'mma kill you warming up, yeah
I
Every soccer games I have to score
Count once me to Kip trying for sure
MV double P believe in persistence
A 9 can kill. I can per game assist 10
Every
look at me like I'm
Givin' bitches head *
Cuttin' this meat, strangers invited to eat
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Murder, death, kill, we hungry
Die
Murder
Die
Kill it
Die
Murder
Die
Kill it
Die
Murder
Die
Kill it
Die
Murder
Die
Kill it
That is a demon
Die die die
Murder death die
Die death
on my tip
Hoes like feel then I Stockton assist
It ain't no stoppin' shit
Avoid the potholes, put stocks on the 6
Got Mary blowing Jane
We fucking
getting dark it's a mean eclipse
I'm the type of nigga to kill all ya homies
Then spit on your Jays
On my evil tip
I'm on that
Kishin Shit
Look death in
four-fifth turn and twist em
If they all got the mark we miss em
I pray death come quick and kiss em
If he need help I assist him
Follow? All of my tips is
I’m at the top of the list
Ai he threw thee assist
I gotta add up the hits
You do the math
I carry the nine on my wrist
I might just murder for real
I do this shit no assist
Pull up wit ma fists i'm ready to take the risks
Get dismissed when i move i'm too swift
I'm too quick all these fools can't
woken up and it don't exist
Soak it in and need no assist. You can't slap my wrist, I don't owe you shit
Trust me, I'm a doctor DOOM
Oper-rate of my
Death's mission is to kill
Death's mission is to kill
Death's mission is to kill
Death's mission is to kill
Grim reaper's come to take you back
No point in
died
Kill, suicide
Serrated blades assist in destiny
Death opened the gallery
Sarcophagus
Ecstasy in suffering
Imprecation
[Solo - Owen]
died
Kill, suicide
Serrated blades assist in destiny
Death opened the gallery
Sarcophagus
Ecstasy in suffering
Imprecation
Blood, impiety
to be repelled
Fuckboy Jihad, kill infidels
Allah Akbar, BOOM, from Mike and El
Life is hell, death's a bitch
And these fubar rulers getting rich
I cop
Seem like the streets has died, don't believe in the lies
Escape death to the can you'll go we get caught in a life that we know ain't
Right they
Yeah
Look
Killer Mike told niggas to kill they masters and
The black man's life span is ending faster
You niggas thinking yo actions don't play
through a lot
Y'all gone watch me win til y'all rot
Those bullets missed
I dodge them like the matrix
They pissed
I'm too swift
I got soldiers
They assist
and she was peeping my dick
I went from Denver off to Dallas that's a decent assist
They had to sign away their talent like a cease and desist
I be ready
woken up and it don't exist
Soak it in and need no assist. You can't slap my wrist, I don't owe you shit
Trust me, I'm a doctor DOOM
Oper-rate of my
Now in my mothafuckin' heart I got
A lot of real love, but my brain's unstable
I just wanna wish death onto major labels
I just wanna wish death onto
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