Perfect Execution Krayzie Bone
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[Intro/Hook: Krayzie Bone]
Dead dead dead
Kill kill kill em all
Kill kill kill em all (leave em lyircally)
Dead dead dead dead (x3)
(Kill em all repeats while next line is playing)
Die die die, die, die, die, die, die
(Get em!)
[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]
When I hit em with the rhythm nigga chill em to the bone
I kill em with a lyric and them niggas gettin gone
I can never finish a song
Because the competition never hold on that long
Flow faster than the minutes go on my phone
He wicked lyrical criminals, I'm on my own
The sickest individual
Ya'll might know I'm
I blow a niggas mouth out
All I show em, is I'm a monster, beast
Runnin through like the Nephalim
And I'm fuckin up the rest'a them
Okay nigga, let's pretend that you a bullet proof vest, and I'm an automatic weapon then
And that chest you call yourself protectin is your title
But when I'm releasing this heat, it's vital, ya die
Goin against me is suicidal
Kray psycho like Michael
*Hee hee*
Comin back like I just sold a sack on the 99
Drive by and I kill em with words, bloody, a mess all over the curb
Murda mo some mo, hit em hard, get em all, kill em all
Hit the nigga in the heart for having a thought, then hit I'm in the brain for thinkin he can hang
Dead dead dead
Kill kill kill em all
Kill kill kill em all (leave em lyircally)
Dead dead dead dead (x3)
(Kill em all repeats while next line is playing)
Die die die, die, die, die, die, die
(Get em!)
[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]
When I hit em with the rhythm nigga chill em to the bone
I kill em with a lyric and them niggas gettin gone
I can never finish a song
Because the competition never hold on that long
Flow faster than the minutes go on my phone
He wicked lyrical criminals, I'm on my own
The sickest individual
Ya'll might know I'm
I blow a niggas mouth out
All I show em, is I'm a monster, beast
Runnin through like the Nephalim
And I'm fuckin up the rest'a them
Okay nigga, let's pretend that you a bullet proof vest, and I'm an automatic weapon then
And that chest you call yourself protectin is your title
But when I'm releasing this heat, it's vital, ya die
Goin against me is suicidal
Kray psycho like Michael
*Hee hee*
Comin back like I just sold a sack on the 99
Drive by and I kill em with words, bloody, a mess all over the curb
Murda mo some mo, hit em hard, get em all, kill em all
Hit the nigga in the heart for having a thought, then hit I'm in the brain for thinkin he can hang
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