| My aggression, it’ll make me punch through a mountain for real
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| All this pressure and this pain make a killer wanna kill
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| I’m a product of the Killer Clan
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| That’s why my energy keep coming like a running
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| My adrenaline is pumping like a machine
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| It’s been a long time coming
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| That’s why I’m hyper like a viper when I strike or beat, I’m bringing heat
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| I’m spitting venom, and I’m aggressive like a king cobra
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| I’m KB The Kidnapper, playtime is over
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| Let me start by saying fuck George W
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| I hope a grizzly bear sneak in your bedroom and smother you
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| Bush is the Devil, if you follow him, stop
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| Shadow of death over America, take all of ‘em out
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| And all you sellouts, although my right hand’s fast
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| His lips swole, not from the punch but kissing the white man’s ass
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| Scared of the police, but quick to murder your brother
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| Why don’t we buck up to these laws the way we do to each other?
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| My aggression, it’ll make me bust through the penitentiary wall
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| And try to free Pharaoh, even though I know him
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| Outnumbered by the guards, I don’t care
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| ‘Cause we tryna make another street military CD and that means
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| The guards, the warden, they’ll all have to lay it down
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| Killer Clan trespassing on federal grounds
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| With them automatic rounds without making a sound
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| The government is scared of us, them hoes don’t want no war here
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| Now when I finished him, the water in his bath was red
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| He hemorrhaged and bled and fell dead with half a head
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| I’ll make you dream you felt my wrath and got stabbed and begged
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| The right half of my head was bald, the left half was dreads
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| I’m a champion, I possess the pantheon
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| Of unreachable mind levels that you can’t be on
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| I’m the crypt keeper, the beef eater, breather of a street sweeper
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| Reaper changing beefers from shit talkers to deep sleepers
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| My aggression, it’ll make me start beef in the streets
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| 'til there’s nothing left on my plate to eat
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| Kick Bush in his motherfucking teeth
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| Walk in the White House and piss on the First Lady
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| Then take a shit and wipe my ass on the furniture
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| I don’t give a damn, I’ll go to war with the government
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| I’ll be the first nigga in history to kidnap a president
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| Put his ass in the pot, light the fire till it boil
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| Bitch stop lying, you took us to war for some oil
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| I know this bitch in Indiana, his name is Cash
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| Fuckin' with the SPC, boy we’ll hide your ass
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| If you ever come to Houston, motherfucker you’ll know it
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| How you gon' try to sell my verse and you ain’t paid me for it?
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| Making moves like you make it’s how fools get shot
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| You named yourself after something that your hoe-ass ain’t even got
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| You’ll leave this place with a wrecked face
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| I’ll send your motherfucking spirit to Hell wearing a neck brace |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aggression, artist - K Rino. Album song The Test Of Time (Slowed & Chopped by DJ Big Baby), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп