| «It's killin' me»
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| Please be clear. |
| This is an invasion
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| Green Lantern in the lab
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| The invasion. |
| The Bar Exam 2
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| «Green Lantern»
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| Last of the spitters
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| Hall of dope niggas from the past to present is saying, «Next is Vishis»
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| I’m, one of the illest, the realest feel it
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| Competition isn’t existence because I got venomous diction
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| You should toss your mic is my advice
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| You expect me to be scary cause you talkin' hype?
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| I’m like, how you gonna pump me up with no shottie then
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| How you gonna fist fight Floyd when you Gotti?
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| I’m the nice right hand Ruger specialist
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| Turn 'em into twins and I’ll appear ambidextrous
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| Simultaneous, back and forth trigger movements
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| He bleeding profusely
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| I’ve executed my execution
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| I got knowledge but I like violence and loot
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| Type to go to college
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| Not to learn, just to shoot a student
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| Kid Vishis
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| Nothin' fictitious
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| Talked your bitch into believing my seed is nutritious
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| (Delicious ha ha ha)
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| Yep, then you went and kissed her like it don’t matter
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| She went and swallowed my baby batter
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| You sick!
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| I know you been a bitch
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| I hate you worse than fans hate Joe D. for pickin' Darko Milicic
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| I got a killer spit
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| River current flow
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| I’m as vicious as a pit
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| You a reappearing ho
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| Sho' nuff I gotta go
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| Bruce Leroy to these decoys
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| Deep speech, each beat I seek and destroy
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| The city’s prince, I’m really convinced
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| I’m up
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| To being as sick as Two Girls In A Cup (yuck!)
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| I leave these wack MCs alone
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| They won’t be in it long
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| They only got so much time like a minute phone
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| Bring your lyrics home
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| Find you with your spirit gone
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| Outlined and scribbled
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| My nine spiral period
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| Idiot
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| I’m on some Frank Nitty, big willie shit
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| Bout his bread
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| Bout he get you dead and I’m serious!
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| Delirious
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| Beats be the eeriest
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| Hand on my balls
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| The Boyz N The Hood know my style like Furious
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| I fight dirty
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| I’m Ike scurvy
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| I’ll slap a bitch
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| It’s obviously like blood on a white jersey
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| Don’t go and have an accident
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| Christ Passion-ate
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| You little boys invite me to spaz
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| I’m right on your ass
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| I Mike-Jackson-it
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| My bitch Nina Ross constantly looking for pussy
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| You don’t push me that pistol is dyke accurate
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| The lights flashin' in the night from the chain
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| Like it’s lightening
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| Bitches suckin' up to me
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| My life is a Dyson
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| The chicken with me is a knockout like she a Tyson
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| But like she enticing
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| Bright like the ice in a Breitling
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| The Feds buggin' like I’m lice
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| Whenever we chop it up
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| Like I’m dicin
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| And I gas like I’m nitrous
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| I’m on top like I’m icing
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| What you not nice is
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| The block price is higher than the rock pipe is
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| George Bush that button like the Iraq crisis
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| I’m Ted Dibiase
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| I cop it
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| It’s not priceless
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| Insane in the membrane
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| I’m sittin' on top of Sugar Hill like AZ but I’m not Cypress
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| You got a light for the blunt?
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| Fire up
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| Call me Poppa Big Willie/pop a big wheelie like the bike front tire up
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| Me and Vish nigga
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| We in tip top shape
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| Myspace
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| I stay in a bitch top eight
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| The only question I ask you bitch niggas is, «Why hate?»
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| The handle on the pistol is pearly like God’s gate
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| Y’all niggas sound fishy but you’re really squad bait
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| These Gucci’s, these ain’t Chuckies/Chuck E’s but this is Child’s Play |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kill Em, Pt. 2 , by - Kid VishisSong from the album Bar Exam 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп