| I’m a fucking warlord, what the fuck is you kiddin?
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| The gun’s always by my side, it’s a juxtaposition
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| I believe in Isa but I don’t fuck with the Christian
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| Ultimate killing machine, I kill puppies and kittens
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| I kill anybody cousin, why the fuck is you living?
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| I take mines while you faggots is stuck what you given
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| I don’t envy y’all dirtbags' current position
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| Eating Crown Chicken stuck on the bus with your pigeon
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| I kill em all with my bare hands or the homie’s shot
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| And fuck around with more grams than Naomi Watts
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| It’s either war with myself or it’s a holy plot
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| John Tardy, I hope that you faggots slowly rot
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| I hit you motherfuckers in the head leaving bruises
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| And if the Tea Party win America loses
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| My hands clean but I still get you touched like masseuses
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| My therapist told me that working with me is just useless
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| Why is the sky blue? |
| Why is water wet?
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| Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept?
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| Why is the sky blue? |
| Why is water wet?
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| Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept?
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| Rebel conflict, military all green
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| Glenwood Projects, 57−14
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| Money buys life or death
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| The best surgeons are the death merchants
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| Depressed urges lead to confessed murders
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| My whole family was in the projects
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| Paint chips we didn’t have to eat cause Ruthy got wrecked
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| Pissy elevators, Marcus poured coke out his pockets
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| 11 years old talking about he’s hoping to profit
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| We were the children of foreigners born with the American dream
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| But then my uncle was a heroin fiend
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| And there were things that he once assumed that he would never achieve
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| His legacy has affected people of every creed
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| Every religion and race, time or place, Earth or space
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| It’s infinite, Uncle Howie Records is the name
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| I’mma speak my philosophy, you speak yours
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| I’mma teach my seeds well homie, you teach yours
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| As I walk through the valley of death I fear no evil
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| Only the evil hidden in my heart could cause people
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| To throw prods in your face, even more lethal
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| Written in all Hebrew, fighting to break the spell of Kingu
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| Sent to notify the people blinded in their mental
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| Call me Paul Revere, war is here, listen careful
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| Orchestrate assassinations and massacres
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| Kidnap ambassadors, coronate kings, and kill savages |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Leviathan (The Spell of Kingu) , by - Ill Bill. Song from the album Heavy Metal Kings, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп