| Wanting people to listen you can’t just tap them on the shoulder anymore
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| You have to hit them with a sledgehammer
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| And then you’ll notice you’ve got their strict attention
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| Fully functioning murder mechanisms (2X)
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| Yo fuck a gat kid, my favorite tool is a hatchet
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| There ain’t that many weapons more brutal than that shit
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| I’ll settle for a bat; |
| a metal one at that
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| Bash you with a tea pot kid, and call the kettle black
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| Torture with fork lifts, twisted on your porch this
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| Weapons assortment got you lookin awkward
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| Sharpen the pencil, and penetrate your eye
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| Heartless but gentle, a splendid way to die
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| Shackle and jux with steel grapplin hooks
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| Drop your lost corpse off in back of a bush
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| Though I prefer to bust jaws than to murder with buzzsaws
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| In terms of total damage, the burner does more
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| Twine is used to strangle, tire irons mangle
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| Police disbelieve what is underneath your Kangol
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| It bares the resemblance of fruit gettin blended
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| Use a cross bow to shoot your appendix
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| Stomp you with cleets to halt your heart beat
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| Or sharpen my teeth and tear apart fleece
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| Kill with a drill, clap with a gat
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| Maim with a flame, or hack with an axe
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| Scorch with the torch, jux with the hooks
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| Every weapon I use rearranges your looks
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| Choke with the rope, crack with the bat
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| Stick with a pick, or snap with a strap
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| Carve with a large knife and you’re trife
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| Every weapon I use puts an end to your life
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| You could be shot with the Glock, or clocked with a rock
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| Cue balls in the socks for knockin your block off
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| Storebought tools can be used to deplore you
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| A fork or a corkscrew, duke I assure you’ll
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| Die til you’re dead with the pliers and thread
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| I can close up your legs or open your head
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| An african spear packed in your rear
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| Acts as the maximum laxative here
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| A blowtorch inches way as it singes
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| AIDS blood filled to the brim in syringes
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| Sledgehammer slam chisels in chest
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| Watch the read drizzle and drip from the flesh
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| I lust to create a much rougher fate
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| Pillows cover your face as lungs suffocate
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| Though chinese stars might leave scars
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| Swords get applause when they slice out hearts
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| Diced into parts much smaller then ants
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| I liketo depart with gore on my hands
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| Fully functioning murder mechanisms (2X) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weapons of Mass Destruction, artist - Mr. Hyde. Album song Barn of the Naked Dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп