Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kratos , by - Tommy Lee Sparta. Release date: 31.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kratos |
| We walk, we sin with the angel king |
| We really believe inna kill-lil-lil-ing |
| In life, real life, we love take bwoy life |
| We murder bwoy, shoot up nine night |
| Evil! |
| Die motherfucker… |
| Everybody wake up |
| Whole place shake up |
| God of War, Kratos |
| Shock wave like lightening |
| Bruk dem neck, thunder |
| March through, a the Devil’s son that |
| Feed dem to the vultures |
| Errrr! |
| Never know say a so me tan |
| Fi buss head a my tradition |
| Kill bwoy in front old woman |
| Then go watch Angels & Demons |
| Pussy buck you weh your head a rest |
| Then me send you down a MeadowRest |
| Huh… A trigger me press |
| A the one weh no run dead the best |
| No mercy 'til the enemies give in |
| The rifle buss loud, dem soul haffi run in |
| Protected by the war angels form birth |
| This is the risen war |
| Bullet just a flick |
| Everything a buss from the firestick |
| Yo! |
| Catch him inna him whip |
| Everything me give, vegetable chip |
| Sparta |
| Everything me give, solidarity |
| Heh |
| Butu duppy endz |
| Anything me see, everything me kill |
| Pussy run up inna the chrome |
| Gunshot a broke up every bone |
| Bow and arrow, that a Robbin own |
| Pitch one inna your silicone |
| Me a get too dark, so me advance inna killer zone |
| Bleach pon bwoy 'til me tone |
| Kel spray like a cologne |
| Hand a gun through, fan a gun through |
| Up, up, up, up |
| Dem a move loose, make a run through |
| Scoop, scoop, scoop, scoop |
| Hand a gun through, fan a gun through |
| Up, up, up, up |
| Dem a move loose, make a run through |
| Scoop, scoop, scoop, scoop |
| No mercy 'til the enemies give in |
| The rifle buss loud, dem soul haffi run in |
| Protected by the war angels form birth |
| This is the risen war |
| Sparta me name and dem cyan test |
| Dem know say Sparta possessed |
| Roll up with the iron and anuh clothes me harvest |
| Hmmm, bwoy skin a burn like incest |
| Gra-a-aveyard |
| Gra-a-aveyard |
| Gra-a-aveyard |
| Iyah Iyah ah |
| This a my conspiracy |
| A couldn’t me some likkle pussy dem a pree |
| And me no haffi hold a nigga one a way |
| Lock dem up inna mi cemetery |
| Evil… time again, body a dead |
| Drop mi 'K pon a gay bwoy deh… up inna dem head |