| Six weeks
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| Please relax and prepare for takeoff
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| Bodies all on the ground
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| Bodies crawling all around
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| Bodies falling all down
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| Who did this?
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| Bodies all on the ground
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| Bodies crawling all around
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| Bodies falling all down
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| Who did this?
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| Bodies all on the ground
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| Bodies crawling all around
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| Bodies falling all down
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| Who did this?
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| How many bodies must fall to the ground
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| Drop dead
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| Eyeballs popping out their heads
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| Bloody bodies
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| Murder be my favorite hobby
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| And if you don’t believe me
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| Mothafucker come and try me
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| I be planning a caper
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| Kill you, take all of your paper
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| Even if you fall asleep
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| In your dreams I creep
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| With Jason and Freddy Krueger, ready to do ya
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| If I don’t hit ya with the axe and slice right through ya
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| I’m going on a killing spree after every MC
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| So when I kill your favorite rappers only left is me
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| Bodies all on the ground
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| Bodies crawling all around
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| Bodies falling all down
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| Who did this?
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| Bodies all on the ground
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| Bodies crawling all around
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| Bodies falling all down
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| Who did this?
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| I’m going on a killing spree
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| Yo… one. |
| one…
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| One MC thought his style was the truth
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| Before he spit I shot his ass in the head
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| In the vocal booth
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| Now you got no proof
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| Cause I burnt all the evidence
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| And the game ain’t been the same ever since
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| I killed the fresh MC, he died yesterday
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| I shot him in the head
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| With the A. K
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| And don’t nobody care cause I ain’t got no love for them
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| Bodies drug for them
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| Graves get dug for them
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| On the microphone slugs… I throw them… uh…
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| Bodies fall…
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| Act like you don’t know
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| I been… I, I, I been… I, I, I been… I, I, I been… I been…
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| I been smoking, I been drinking
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| To myself I start to thinking
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| In my mind it slowly sinks in
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| Dead bodies starting to stinking
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| I been smoking, I been drinking
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| To myself I start to thinking
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| In my mind it slowly sinks in
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| Dead bodies starting to stinking
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| Bodies stinking evil forces
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| I can smell their rotting corpses
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| Maggots crawl around in the grounds
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| As they take you down
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| Evil dogs, bark at night
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| I can even smell your fright
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| Smells like bacon
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| Bacon and ham
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| I know you know who I am
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| Who am I?
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| I am E-S-H-A-M you know me
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| And I will tell you this
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| Bodies stink like fish
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| I’m a suicidalist
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| Still I clutch the gun in my fist
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| Taking them risks
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| Penitentiary chances, and
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| Let me tell you there’s no answer
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| For all your pain
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| In the rain |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Killin' Spree, artist - Esham. Album song Psychopathics from Outer Space Part 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп