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slipped into a coma - point blank lyrics

[intro: point blank]

[verse 1: psk*13]

[verse 2: klondike kat]
b*tch, i’mma murderer, ho, so run for your life
hide your f*ckin’ wife from the twelve blade butcher knife
sniper, death occurs in a blur
from the cyanide suicide battle cat lyrical purr
they comin’ in thousands, and kat, he thinks no pity
electrified, blowin’ up street towns and cities
evacuate, no haste to race for the gates of h*ll
ten n*ggas fail, as i exhale
the lyrical rhymes got yo’ ass in a vice
now there’s knives, ten thousands bombs implanted
and a homing device, slice twelve mice
with a sharp grain of rice
wanted in h*ll for the murder of the anti*christ
klondike kat, destroying all opponents, and it
blew up thirty galaxies, then rebuild in one minute
one rip from my claw grips new meat to gnaw
disintegratin’ a world with a corpse and a chainsaw
[verse 3: komodo dbx]

[verse 4: black]
n*gga, blast your glock two times if you claimin’ that, g
and i’ll be d*mned if you don’t die
b*tch, if you aimin’ at me
break yourself while i take your wealth with this .211 jack, g
so act like you knew, it’s bl’izz’ack out them backstreets
up on parole, b*tch, and i ain’t scared to go back
’cause that glock’ll frown yo’ ass, straight rock up on yo’ ass
lay yo’ head on my pillow, and watch you wind up a goner
’cause that silencers real, ho
and i’m gonna put you in a coma
yo’, it ain’t a [?] for a n*gga like me to store a
bag full of bodies in the back of my ’94 explorer
but you can call me the boogieman
’cause i be bumpin’ off these marks
all the way to sugar land, to the woodlands
back to south park

[verse 5: k!lla hoe]

[verse 6: triple x]

[verse 7: grimm]
[verse 8: king k!lla]

[verse 9]

[verse 10]

[verse 11: dope*e]

[verse 12]

[verse 13: k*rino]
yo’, my overall meditative hypnosis
is gained through daily carbon monoxide overdoses
each word i write is like a rough caper
they put my pencil in jail
for tryin’ to rape a f*ckin’ sheet of paper
when i chant, the most powerful man can’t
withstand the magic of a spiritual transplant
twenty three years, and nothin’ could stop me
would’ve been twenty six
but it took mama three years to drop me
it’s like s*x when my thoughts run over
put a rubber on my pencil
so it wouldn’t nut in my folder
suckas, i beat you down, then execute your wives
my book has rhymes from past, present, and future lives
lyrical masses smashes and crashes
i keep havin’ flashes of volcanic ashes
i swing and slap, when i knock out a bum
kicked so much ass in july, that august was scared to come
[verse 14]

[verse 15]

[verse 16: point blank]
if you f*ck with me, i’mma put my hands on you
even the ones that down, i’mma act like i don’t know you
all bullsh*t to the side, kitty games, i don’t play
and i’m serious what i say, i’ll blow your ass away
mothaf*cka, i’mma bear, i roll solo or in packs
born and raised in the ghetto
deep up underneath the cracks
so when i say i’m solid, best believe i’m made of steel
you can be paralyzed and still get a pack
of sh*t they say you never feel
oh, sh*t, is he real? yeah, h*ll yeah, i’m real
clutch me, better yet, touch me
and visualize a man that don’t say much
if shots got to be buck, then they gon’ buck
’cause i don’t play much
intimidate suckas with the sound of my vocals
but i don’t get the props that i deserve, ’cause i’m local
some people think i’m crazy, i ain’t crazy, i’m just ignorant
all my acts are premeditated, but you don’t dig it
i stick it up your assh0l* far as i can push it
the man i’m talkin’ about, couldn’t be point blank
now would it? h*ll yeah, it’s me, b*tch
you f*cked up when you opened up your ear
now you slipped into a coma, and i wasn’t even there
but, um, my brother locked down for the moment
and icy lord just got popped, on the drop
but i can’t hold it, the situations critical
everybody lookin’ pitiful
it ain’t what you said when you dissed against the principle
so for you all you cl!cks, and you clans, and you crews
from the east coast, to the west coast
talkin’ ’bout you payin’ dues, step into this mass
and you gon’ catch a blast
f*ckin’ with this cl!ck and we gon’ bring it to yo’ ass!
n*gga

[outro]
rahh
yeah, always say it’s bring it to yo’ ass
n*gga, bring it to yo’ ass

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