| I got killers that’ll kill your killers
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| I got gorillas that’ll kill gorillas
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| I got shooters that’ll shoot your shooters
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| I got killers that’ll kill your killers
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| I got gorillas that’ll kill gorillas
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| I got shooters that’ll shoot your shooters
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| Tipsy of the rosé and a clip of Buddha
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| Children of God, planet of apes, ratchets and blades
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| Hatches attached to AKs like bayonets spray pain, listen
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| Kookier than nuclear terrorist in Times Square
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| Angel of Death, my mind’s there
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| Prophets of rage, creep on me, you’re locked in a cage
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| Like Leo or Ozzy live at L’Amours rocking the stage
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| My bars are VHS, call me Dahmer mouth
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| Poop in Rihanna’s mouth, shoot up your mama’s house
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| Spray the gun like Terminator 1
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| You’re afraid to run
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| I got a hundred banana clips, I spray for fun
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| Bang on my chest like King Kong, invader, thug
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| Cult Leader with the chrome heater and a plate of drugs
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| Summer rains for forty days like an ancient flood
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| While I’ve reigned blood for over twenty years
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| Meet the plug
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| I got killers that’ll kill your killers
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| I got gorillas that’ll kill gorillas
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| I got shooters that’ll shoot your shooters
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| Tipsy of the rosé and a clip of Buddha
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| I got killers that’ll kill your killers
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| I got gorillas that’ll kill gorillas
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| I got shooters that’ll shoot your shooters
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| Tipsy of the rosé and a clip of Buddha
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| Yo, it’s been told that we out of control, violent and cold
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| This that street shit, you should abide by the code
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| I ain’t never signing my soul for diamonds and gold
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| When I walk into the room bitches' vaginas explode
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| We used to steal to eat and sleep in the streets
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| Pull up in the black Caprice and leave 'em deceased
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| We handling biz, remind them to keep the receipts
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| They ain’t getting no confession, we don’t speak to police
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| They want to get inside my head and try to stop me with hypnosis
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| Blocking out distractions, so don’t talk to me, I’m focused
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| Ever since a youngin I’ve been cocky and ferocious
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| Crying on these joints like osteoporosis
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| Motherfuckers soft like goose down and valor
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| Every town that we tour we astounding the viewer
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| Yeah, we got that heavy shit, you’re just a pound of manure
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| Call me Stephen King, the way I put a clown in the sewer
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| Ripper
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| I got killers that’ll kill your killers
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| I got gorillas that’ll kill gorillas
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| I got shooters that’ll shoot your shooters
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| Tipsy of the rosé and a clip of Buddha
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| I got killers that’ll kill your killers
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| I got gorillas that’ll kill gorillas
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| I got shooters that’ll shoot your shooters
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| Tipsy of the rosé and a clip of Buddha |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Joe Fixit , by - Ill Bill. Song from the album Cannibal Hulk, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп