Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kill Us All, artist - Twista.
Date of issue: 26.01.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kill Us All |
Here I am motherfuckers, thought I was gone, huh? |
Y’all just gonna take my shit and run wit it, huh? |
Oh I gotta getcha, I gotta getcha my adrenaline still pumpin' |
Kamikaze style, I feel like, I feel like, I FEEL LIKE |
Standing in the midst of a hundred thousand haters |
Dynamite and C-4 strapped around the waist bloody tears in my eyes |
Hit the switch making sure any motherfucker in the vicinity blow away and die |
Kill’em off with an explosion get up bitches |
Kamikaze on you hoes I’m the sacrificial lamb |
Feelin the fury flow out of every follicle in my body |
While you decompose die with a blunt of dro in yo hand |
I’m uppin the itchy for fuckin wit Twista |
If you fuckin wit me come back for you |
Cause it won’t be an issue |
Got some nuts to come get me Then boy you gon get the picture for flamin my swisher |
Then hollows penetrate through your tissue |
Fuckin’fed up wit your blood |
As I hear the cries of yo homies screamin revenge got no mercy on them either |
Go to war wit the intentions to annialate everything you stand for |
Wit the death of myself cause I’m a believer |
The blessings of sacrifice the messenger who cometh after the Christ |
Next one to glisten after ice |
Fuckin wit me is a bigger gamble then a pack of dice |
I’ll murder you and come at you again in the after life |
My brother you can’t bring harm wit guns |
I’m armed wit bombs fuck all that shit you carry I got your obituary |
A motherfuckin phenomenon-cause I’m ah come |
Til they put all of us in a cemetery |
Now come and look into the mind of a man you don’t really wanna fuck wit |
(Kill'em All, Kill’em All, Kill’em All) |
Looking death between the eyes and no one can save us Suicide on you hoes if I have to, to make you die bitch |
(Kill Us All, Kill Us All, Kill Us All) |
Looking death between the eyes and no one can save us Go to war like I’m untouchable |
Yellin’out bloody murder while I’m bustin you (bustin you) |
2 deadly fingers squeezing twin triggers steady touchin you |
Screamin’like a demon like I’m finger fuckin you (fuckin you) |
Just put my body in a room wit the enemy and I got a grenade |
I’mma pull the pin out the sum bitch |
Pop 17 sins out the gun clip |
Smoking dro so fire I was on 10 after 1 bligg |
Nigga you have now entered the chainsaw massacre |
Takin more blood than a 2000 dracula |
Slip the clip in the automatic and get to bustin |
Horrific hollows while you prayin’to Jesus of Nazarus |
A 7 day theory like makaveli flowin on a track that’s scary |
Wit a Mack in the back of the pelle |
Spectacular how could you dare me I’m already willing to die |
I’m comin back after they bury me Its time for your confessions I be the priest |
Celebrate and salute the sign of a suicidal soldier |
Better become a bible holder |
As I start to massacre men with a verbal recital that’s colder |
Deaths coming closer |
As you let kamikaze enter yo body |
Careful or you die standing vertical |
And anyone that opposes I swear to God I’mma get you |
Even if I gotta murder me to murder you |
Now come and look into the mind of a man you don’t really wanna fuck wit |
(Kill'em All, Kill’em All, Kill’em All) |
Looking death between the eyes and no one can save us Suicide on you hoes if I have to, to make you die bitch |
(Kill Us All, Kill Us All, Kill Us All) |
Looking death between the eyes and no one can save us |