Dead, dead, dead. Kill, kill, kill 'em all. Kill, kill, kill 'em all. (Leave 'em lyrically..) Dead, dead, dead, dead. Kill, kill, kill 'em all. Kill, kill, kill 'em all. (Leave 'em lyrically..) Dead, dead, dead, dead. Kill, kill, kill 'em all. (Die) Kill, kill, kill 'em all. (Die) Kill, kill, kill 'em all. (Die). Kill 'em all. Kill 'em all. (Die, die, die, die....)Get 'em!



When I hit 'em wit' the rhythm, nigga chill 'em to the bone. I kill 'em wit' a lyric and them nigga's get it gone. I can never finish a song, because the competition never hold on that long. Flow faster than the minutes go on my phone. The wicked lyrical criminal's one my own. The sickest indiviual ya'll might know 'em. I'm blowin' nigga's mouths out. All I've shown, is I'm a monster. (Beast!) Rollin' through like a Nephilim. And I'm fuckin' up the best a them. Ok nigga let's pretend that you a bulletproof vest and I'm a automatic weapon and. And that chest you call yo'self protectin' is yo' title. Rubbin' on releasin' this heat; it's vitalya die. Goin' against me is suicidal. Kray' psycho like Michael. (Heeheee!) Comin' back like I just sold a sack on the ninenine. Drive by and I kill 'em wit' words. Blood and they mess fell all over the curb. Murda mo' some mo'. Hit 'em hard, get 'em all, kill 'em all. Hit the nigga in the heart, for havin' a thought. Then hit 'em in the brain, for thinkin' he can hang (hang).



Perfect execution. Blast assassination. Murda mo' (Killa!), murda mo', murda mo' (Killa..killa!), murda mo', murda! x4



I told ya'll, I was about to get it crackin'. Keepin' it blazed; can't fade Krayzie Jackson. Creep with the AK straight aimed exactly; into the brain, bangbang. Stranged wit' platinum. I'm a magnet for hit  records. Truck a nigga like Madden Im blitz heavy. No flaws, so believe that ya seen what'cha saw. So raw, make ya broad wanna get naked. 'Cause I spit that fire dawg; hot heat to burn ya. Had to take a little bit of me to learn ya. If anybody really got beef then stroll up and sure enough they gon' get broke and rolled up. Get smoked and folded  up. I'm kinda like a fo'fo'; just load me up, yup. And when I bust I'm like an AK47. Under the dust is where them mothafucka's rappin'check 'em. But ask 'em how they got there. Leatha Face let the sawedoff pop,there (yeah, yeah..). makin sure that all the bullshit stop there. 'Cause twenty of 'em versus me still is not fair; just not fair. We always strong to the finish. Ya never seen a nigga so ill and so wicked. (None like me before.) Nigga feel like you feelin' the itch  then come get it (come get it, come get it..).

Perfect execution. Blast assassination. Murda mo' (Killa!), murda mo', murda mo' (Killa..killa!), murda mo', murda! x4



Dead, dead, dead. Kill, kill, kill 'em all. Kill, kill, kill 'em all. (Leave 'em lyrically..) Dead, dead, dead, dead. Kill, kill, kill 'em all. Kill, kill, kill 'em all. (Leave 'em lyrically..) Dead, dead, dead, dead. Kill, kill, kill 'em all. (Die) Kill, kill, kill 'em all. (Die) Kill, kill, kill 'em all. (Die). Kill 'em all. Kill 'em all. (Die, die, die, die....)