| From out the dry skies, get doused when God cries
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| Leap out your eyes, lies, you’re 'bout to die, bye
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| Watch out for Hyde and drowned out replies
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| No doubt we got knives to gouge out your eyes
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| Skies that kill plan, don’t feel bad, we fill lead
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| Landfills full of severed skeleton hands
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| Psycho+Logical-, pop pop you got a few
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| Bullets in your skull a chop top will body You
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| Throat chokin', clothes soakin', 20 hemoglobin
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| Pokin' out your globe, comatose and hope your eyes open
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| You think I’m jokin', nope, devote to what I quote
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| Deliriously serious, an overdose on dope
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| It’s comparible, you’re wearin' all the fashionable tears
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| I share the spare flesh with other cannibals like bears
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| I swear to shoot clips, you’re scared cuz You missed
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| Prepare for blue lips, your prayers are useless
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| Skin veins with dirty blades, severed limbs soaked in aids
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| My 20 gauge kaze smoke cats like ashtrays
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| Strays graze your brains, blood drips along with piss
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| Projectile fifths with clips, it’s pure bliss
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| A nocturnal breed, itchy trigger finger squeeze
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| M-16's breeze, your spleens is figurines
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| a ?, just like Gothika, it’s sick
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| Your esophagus is slit and hangin' from my bottom lip
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| rejected at very close range
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| Your bloody, disconnected vertabrae is strange
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| veins for purple haze, keep You? |
| locked up in a bird gauge
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| Locked up in a birdcage
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| Shopped with absurd rage, my boppin'? |
| spit
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| Divorcin' your head bitch, your corpse will be?
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| Dead bodies by the bunch, fuckin' stackin' 'em up
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| I stay attackin' with knucks, the soundtrack to a snuff |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shoot to Kill, artist - Mr. Hyde. Album song Chronicles of the Beastman, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп