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kill em' all - bmd productions lyrics

(chorus)
you need to open them eyelids
realize that you’re liers
and wear these disguises
you’ll see they be hiding behind closed doors
because they’re counterfeited
up on this microphone
and i’m about to fix it
so i gotta give it to them
and k!ll em’ off’ k!ll em’ all k!ll em’ all k!ll em’ all
motherf-ckers don’t know how the game go
k!ll em’ off k!ll em’ off k!ll em’ all
this music making world ain’t for everybody
let’s let these f-cking haters know it ain’t for anybody
[x8 let’s k!ll em all]

(verse 1: smoke)
bucking them up making them run
give me the mic and let me go
popping the gauge, let them know
life it’s like a episode
up and i’m and wakin’ with indo
in my own paradome
murder keep it cuttin’ with the flow when i’m h-lla thro’d
south side right? i’m the capital west
and i’ma effect, the lyrical deity
you a pest
breaking them guts i impress i’m a mess
yes you’re correct
i am one of the best
yes, connect it with vets and let’s
get up and get ’em when i be gettin’ my quest
it ain’t no thing to let them rest..
(?) mafia, popular toppin’ ya
i have no problem popping and droppin ya
seem like i’m f-cking with dahmer for rockin’ ya
deep in the game probably shockin ’em
murder… (pretend to be rap)
k!ll em’ all… (they throw up their hands)
as soon as i get to reacting
they thinking they leaving
i’ll leave them defeated, i’m rash
you may get offended by the way i’m demented
fully committed within it
i gotta get we get it
the [?amplitic?] i live it, i go with the rhythm
i’m fully chemical with it
i murder the opposition [(smoke cold and lone )
i’m insane you may think i’m twisted
i’m off of the chain
i’m out of my brain
i’m out of your lane
i’m gifted x2]

(verse 2: twisted insane)
hopping the fence when n-gg-rs that want to run up i make it impossible
hit a motherf-cker with the venom and i put them all up in a hospital
do you really f-ck?
i’m gripping the pump
when i be doing the voodoo
“doo doo” through your window
when i shoot two through your nostril
f-ck em’ all hit em’ all k!ll em’ all!
i hate their whole clique tho!
ready to gonna get mad at me
because your b-tch on my d-ck so
hit her all up on the facebook
say “hey look it’s twisted insane come give me brain so just hop in my 64”
you can find me in the corner
snakes in the gr-ss with a rattle
i’ll be out front with the fo’ fifth
bring it to me if you want battle
never did like your whole team n-gg-..
shoot two slugs to your cattle
then i’ma light me a zig-zag wrap
and hop right back on the saddle
i’ma k!ll ’em all
see murder isn’t nothing to a k!ller who will put you in a sack and make a whopper out of the brain
put em all in a box and drop top like i was propane
some of you people often jump this shit
that’s too much cocaine (shit)
i am sicker than you think cause i’m the best at
try me if you want the the homie yes i’ll give you quintas
kick open the door while you were sleeping put a bullet all up in your f-cking shit
yes the murder will be messy
you can try to run away, but you will face the ritual
go against me and you will find your name in the obitual
i don’t give a f-ck if you surrounded by your homies
i will pull up on you b-tches ask you n-gg-rs what you hitting for?
coming to bust got a 100 but they don’t say shit
wanna talk on the phone but when i show up they split
f-ck em’ all k!ll em’ all and their dog and their b-tch
i will shoot two to the face and k!ll em all like this

(verse 3: jl of b hood)
(?) get on the mic now
you coming on later
you claiming (?)
(?) enemy will be burning (?)
run up on a f-cker in the studio, take him down
(?????????????????)
teachin’ local n-gg-s like a community college
garbage patch mcs too many novices
(?????)

(verse 4: mars)
(?)

(verse 5: mister hyde)
(?)

(verse 6: bishop)
i’m a beast i’m a freak
about to eat a n-gg- liver
hit the purple, when i swisher
now i’m feeling like a k!ller
call me jack the ripper
leave em floating in a river
infect them with the sickness (?)
i’m so sick on the mic like this
vampire b-tch want to bite my d-ck
think i might shit a case
i might slip
a life like this make me slice my wrists
fly like a bat but i strike like a snake
quite nice with a knife
when i pack the the 38
you would make the front page
as another murder case
throw them off the pier
disappear without a trace
i go h.a.m, they call me bishop
fam, my fam come rock with the wicked
whipping up the yams
come find me in the kitchen
gram after gram that’s how i get it, high living
gun in hand, son of sam
k!ll em all up k!ll em up k!ll em
they know my game they say they feelin’
if it ain’t brainsick i ain’t gonna feel it
split my wig with a big shotgun
got my shit hope you got one
you can’t play me like the xbox one
my k!ller instinct got me k!lling everyone
bishop about to kick into beast mode
(?)
grab the liquor my amigos
everytime i rock a n-gg- watch it like t-bo
i’m a gunner
run up on a hater with the thunder
with the n-gg- on my mind
hotter than the summer
big llama
smoke a n-gg- like he marijuana
i be sitting chillin’ with a b-tch from the bahamas

(d-loc)
i’m a venomous spitta
i’ma k!ll ’em up like an anaconda
murdering n-gg-s and i chop ’em up like a helicopter
couple n-gg-s that want to get with me leave ’em underwater n-gg- sink with a rock now his whole crew with us
started with dalima cause we don’t be giving a f-ck about you n-gg-s coming up from under with the 9 millimeter bustin’
i be sufferin’ n-gg-s and leavin’ ’em with the blood gushin’
n-gg- you better get back cause n-gg- we rushin’

- bmd productions lyrics

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