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Killarmy - Sweatshop lyrics
f/ Frukwan, Madam Scheez [Intro: Madam Scheez] Yeah, fuck that shit Killarmy lay low in the fox hole Y'all bitches better be on some shit And start transportin' grenades in y'all pussies Hold ya man down I'm a knock-out bitch What y'all bitches know about war? Some of y'all niggas is bitches too, rockin' gay fatigues Bitches better come on some militant shit [Beretta 9] Yo, fresh paste, PaperMate, another joint, no date Y'all MC's know darts, no weight, no escape The wrath, Genuine Draft, Beretta's time to splash Like Hurricane Joe, grab a raft, lifesaver Return of the Jedi, Luke vs. Vader Crush you with the force, of course you can't score First platoon leads you to doom, kid, your aunt raw These darts like scuds, oh son, you want war? Black Rambo, thoughts like the power of Ginko My thoughts move fast to the speed of the tempo Think quick, don't be the one to get licked Shit is real, kid, you don't get to practice the script Keep ya eyes pealed, guns concealed, ya lips sealed By the way, kid, got on ya shield? Shit be on, out in the world It's all Fear, Love & War But we sure to keep this in store [ShoGun Assason] All men man ya battle stations, this is global devastation In it's purest manifestation, the 6 man weddin' invasion The return the Killarmy, prepare for war with 3 Attack in harmony, to terrorize ya industry With murder poems and assassinatin' symphonies ShoGun, there's no disarmin' me Blast over instru-medleys, my words is deadly Beretta keep you shootin' heads steady Fuckin' with a lone wolf runnin' through the wilderness hungry I'm growlin' and howlin' at the full moon There's no hope for this world, only tragedy and doom That's why I stay liquidic, I'm sick wit it Cock me back and watch me spit it [Chorus: Islord] Yo, be off the set, jet Cuz when we come through we drop bombs on y'all establishments Killarmy got this rap shit sewn like sweatshops Jet, be off the set Cuz when we come through we drop bombs on y'all establishments Killarmy got the shit sewn like sweatshops [Frukwan] Yo, fuckin' hip-hop Yo, perish, demolish, every herd in the forest Stalk the tropic, category 4, catastrophic Doust the tonic that's outside, end the demonic While you wack-ass niggas puffin' on the chronic Ultimately mentally unstable Bones shatter, rat-a-tat-tat, I'm somethin' fatal Public rehab it just like in a fossil Leave a nigga bone drop, dryer than a fossil Makti functions, lock niggas in dungeons Trigger the C4, ga-pow-pow, parts all over the wall Pressure, descent, to lay assault Prisons and vaults, a catapult, watts and volts Special effects, Hi-Tech scouts and tweezers Yo, a fuckin' difficult procedure [Chorus] [Outro: Islord] We don't play We don't play when it comes to this shit right here Shit gotta feed our babies and all that shit Feed ya fuckin' families and shit Comin' straight from the ghetto Know what I mean? We don't play When we come through, we don't play Word up, y'all niggas get hurt Fuckin' with this shit right here we dealin' wit Y'all niggas get hurt Word up It's like that It's real like that Ya fuckin' nerds Y'all niggas is nerds out here Word up |
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