Lyrics:
afraid what it all really means
And a lotta afraid to find out
What's the point, what's the point, what's the point, what's the point
Wouldn't even know it
within my hands
Squeeze all within my hands
Hate me now
Trap all within my hands
Hurry up and hate me now
Kill all within my hands again
Kill,
within my hands
Squeeze all within my hands
Hate me now
Trap all within my hands
Hurry up and hate me now
Kill all within my hands again
Kill,
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
won't be so vacant
And I can tell that you ain't faking
Because I take death threats
Like the best of them
Would you kill, kill, kill for me?
I
die
Die find a place to hide, run, run
Hope they don't find you
Too late the killas are behind you, death
Kill, kill, die, die, run, run
Too late
the night I get in some shit)
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
everytime I open my eyes
I just wanna kill somebody, I wanna kill somebody
K-k-kill somebody, I wanna kill, kill, kill
I don't know where how the fuck
Power to flood
Kill, kill, by my will
Kill, kill, blood to spill
Kill, kill, seeking the thrill
Kill, kill, the thrill to kill
Die
Die
Die
By the hand
Yeah, yeah..
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill (I'm going to kill [echoes])
[Verse One: Method Man]
I ain't gon' do too much on this
It's that Vincent Price type of shit
(Kill kill kill)
(Kill kill kill, kill kill kill)
Every verse is a novel
Visions of a boy drenched in blood
Nightmares in a damaged brain
Nightmares in a damaged brain
Can´t escape those bad dreams
Gotta kill, kill, kill, kill
year old boy
And you have a date with death
So long, John
Yuh, aye
I'ma kill, all your blood will spill
I'ma kill, I'ma kill, all your blood will
striking like dynamite
Because I'm always on point, what
I'm always on point, Yeah
Because I'm always on point
I'm cruising through the bruises fusing music
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
and blood will follow
We must kill, there?s no tomorrow
You must kill, death will follow
We must kill, there?s no tomorrow
[x4]
Judgment, torment,
fucks with y'all niggas
I don't fuck with y'all
Man I shoot to kill, I shoot to kill
I shoot to kill, all I ever do is shoot to kill
Shoot to kill, shoot
ain't holdin' blame for ya
Them niggas'll kill, for real
Come on, peace to my corner
Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya
And we ain't
gotta stay down to my grind and always chase the paper
You better get down to the point, it ain't no see you later
You n****s ain't no players
Said I
lane?
Let's kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
Let's kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
Let's kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
Let's kill
天国の在り処
お空の上じゃないさ
耳と耳の間
to sever this
Breaking point, the final straw
A lonely death, the one without
The final breath
My callous mind is numb to pain
Blood on my hands that
today,
By agents of Her Majesty's Government, with a plastic bullet.
They say that plastic bullets were designed not to kill,
They do.
I say that human
an’ mi gone ninety-six
Mission to kill, yuh gwine get yuh death wish
Coulda bawl blood, yuh ah guh get yuh casket
Rude bwoy, mek unu gun brandish
Dem
Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill, kill, kill, kill
Killing, killing
Killing, killing
Killing, killing
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