| Float in your home with a
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| Exploding drone
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| Blow off your dome with a
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| Exploding phone
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| Medical students, ex-cons: it’s the red Ewings
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| We never waste the aprons here only for head shootings
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| Tex Watson eighty shots to the head’s drooping
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| Make your skull
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| Drain your plasma like pool filters, a true Mitzvah
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| Suzuki sidekick getting throat from two shiksas
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| Some Gucci frames like Dana Dane and i make it rain
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| Extended clips, I promise you I hit a major vein
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| Tuff sweaters, God lectors and drug getters
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| Carve your cerebellum, fill it with chopped meat, like stuffed peppers
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| Cinder blocks sit with scimitars from a killer’s car
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| Got the Lamar Odom bagged up in the winter bars
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| We sell Satan, carry the same pain as Larry Davis
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| Same gimmick, as Larry David, imagine the hatred
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| The relation of shell cases when I splatter your faces
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| Incinerators in the projects and smolders all in the basements
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| I ain’t got the patience, B
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| I’ll deal with you another time
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| I’m the king of Perico, you’re smaller than a fucking dime
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| Think any different, you must be out your motherfucking mind
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| I must have punched a bunch of faggot fucks like you a hundred times
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| .260 Remington is made for the precision
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| I rap with my hand around my dick like I was pissing
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| Poppy like you cooking in the kitchen
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| The world is still the same but I’m just looking at it different
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| You stupid if you think somebody listening here
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| I’m like Marcus Peters locked arms, fist in the air (fist in the air)
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| Pop this crown, I split it in half like it’s a garcia vega
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| Body bag duffle, I’ll be muscling like Schwarzenegger
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| Your whole squad full of dummies like a strip club
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| Mike McCallum’s body work, hit him till he piss blood
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| Count the number on the beat 666 cause
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| The black hills bark and they bite like a pit does
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| Yo, you a slave to your smartphone
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| Triple six, like dark throne
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| Every man, woman and child shall have a barcode
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| Rituals of fire inscribed in charcoal
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| Modern 85, I’m occupied by squad goals
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| Soldiers that spray the heater couldn’t picture a miss
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| In front of the pharaoh, make his sword slither and hiss
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| You don’t believe in God but I’ll prove that Lucifer exists
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| Leave your wife like Leatherface with hooks through her tits
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| I’ll send four horsemen to clip you
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| Grew up in Glenwood Projects homie of course it’s official
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| You lack the minerals and vitamins, ions and the niacin
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| I exist like Leviathan, Iron fist in a lion skin
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| Within a violent empire, riots sirens and fire
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| Wireless virus in an eye of a liar
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| Wearing a straight jacket like Eddie on the cover of Piece of Mind
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| Chain me to a padded wall and punish me for every crime
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| Every thought unify the heresy and let’s be blind
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| Suicidal Tendencies tempt me every time
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| Goons is deep, black hebrews is rocking spikes like Rob Halford from Judas
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| Priest
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| Who’s the true and living God and who’s the Beast? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Killing Technology , by - Heavy Metal Kings. Song from the album Black God White Devil, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп