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Verse 1
I feel Like, I feel Like Standing in the midst of a hundred thousand ,
Dynamite and C-4 strapped around the waist blood tears
In my eyes h*t the switch making sure any mother fka in tha vicinity
Blow away and die,
Kill'em off with an explosion
Get up girls,
Kamikaze on you hoes I'm the sacrificial lamb,
Feelin the fury flow out of every follicle in my body
While you decompose Die with a blunt of dro in yo hand,
I'm uppin the itchy fo fkin wit Twista
If you fkin wit me come bet fifty cause it wont
Be an issue-Got some nuts to come get me
Then boy you gone get the picture put the flame in my
Swisher Then hollows penetrate thru yo tissue
fk yo fit up wit yo blood as I hear the cries
Of yo homies screamin revenge
Got no mercy on them either go to war wit the
Intentions to annialate everything you stand for
Wit the death of myself cause I'm a believer
The blessings of sacrifice the messenger who
Cometh after the Christ next 1 to glisten after ice
fkin wit me is a bigger gamble then a pack of dice
I'll murder you and come at you again in the after life
My brother you cant bring harm wit guns I'm
Armed wit bombs fk all that s**t you carry I got
Yo obituary a muth*fkin phenomenon-cause I'mma come
Till they put all of us in a cemetery
CHORUS 2x
Now come and look into the mind of a man you don't really wanna
fk wit
(kill'em all 3x)
Looking death between the eyes and no one can save us
Sucide on you hoes if I have to, to make you die b*tch
Kill us all 3x
Looking death between the eyes and no one can save us
2nd verse Twista
Go to war like I'm untochable yellin out blood murder
While I'm bustin you 2 deadly fingers squeezing twin
Triggers steady touchin you screamin like a demon
Like I'm finger fkin you
Just put my body in a room wit the enemy and I got
A grenade I'mma pull the pin out the sum b*tch
Pop 17 sins out the gun clip smoking dro so fire
I was on 10 after 1 bligg
nigg* you have now entered the chainsaw massacre
Takin more blood than a 2000 dracula slip the clip in the
Automatic and get to bustin horrific hollows while you
Prayin to jesus of Nazarus
A 7 day theory like makaveli flowin on a track that's
Scary wit a Mack in the back of the pelle
Spectacular how could you dare me knowing I'm already willing to die
I'm comin back after they bury me
Its time for yo confessions I be the priest
Celebrate and salute the sign of a suicidal soldier
Better become a bible holder as I start to massacre
Men with a verbal recital that's colder
Deaths coming closer as you let kamikazi
Enter yo body careful or you die standin vertical
And anyone that opposes I swear to God I'mma get you
Even if I gotta murder me to murder you
CHORUS 2X
