| Yeah, Futuristic Rowdy Bounty Hunter
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| I smack yo mammy in the head with a hatchet hoe
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| Homicide, nigga, all I see is Homicide
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| You can see the Devil Shyt when you look in my eyes
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| Homicide, nigga, all I see is Homicide
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| Snort a line, split you from your neck to your spine
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| Homicide, nigga, all I see is Homicide
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| I’mma take you on that long motherfuckin ride
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| Homicide, nigga, all I see is Homicide
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| I’mma fuck around and take your motherfuckin life
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| Plasma spill, Navy SEAL, serial kill skill
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| Bitch it’s Lord from Amityville, mass murderer with sexappeal
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| Milli ill, leave your ass in rigor mortis
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| Circled by the roaches, maggots decomposin'
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| Dead as a motherfucker, nerves still jerkin'
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| Nigga am I tweakin' or this bitch look like he twerkin'
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| Body everybody from the center to peripheral
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| I’mma keep it minimal, bloody and real physical
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| Hydra-Shoks blast, heatin' like a fuckin lava mag
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| Inside bakin', feelin' death awaitin'
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| Inside inferno, feelin' like you got cremated
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| Fill 'em with formaldehyde, flesh is still shakin'
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| Evil, malicious, devilish, vicious
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| There’s no description, call the mortician
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| Triple 6 psychosis, visions are ferocious
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| Come and take a visit into Crows hypnosis
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| Homicide, nigga, all I see is Homicide
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| You can see the Devil Shyt when you look in my eyes
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| Homicide, nigga, all I see is Homicide
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| Snort a line, split you from your neck to your spine
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| Homicide, nigga, all I see is Homicide
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| I’mma take you on that long motherfuckin ride
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| Lyrical heroin syringes, back with bad intentions
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| Bitch I’ve done decision, I’m about to bend ya
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| Make some deep incisions, Triple 6 ninja
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| Dark night avenger, thirty I’ll send ya
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| When this mag pinch ya, break down your dimension
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| Place you like a picture, layin' there disfigured
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| Black-blooded negro, fuckin' black weirdo
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| Nigga I’m not jokin', snatch your jugular out yo throat
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| Spill your damn chitlins, layin' on da sidewalk
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| Something dumb provoke me
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| Got you garglin', snortin' blood clots
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| Hellgates open, slaughter in slow motion
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| Lord the locomotive, keep that barrel smokin'
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| Crow is full of potion, coke and purple lotion
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| I’mma super soak him, bag him up and tote him
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| Throw him in the river, where he shake and shiver
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| Muddy Mississippi nigga, won’t nobody miss ya |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Homicide, artist - Lord Infamous. Album song Back from Dead: Deadly Proverbs, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп