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dj sound - killa on a killing spree lyrics

[chorus: dirty red]

[verse 1: dirty red]
real n+gga, trill n+gga, ready to rob, steal, k!ll, if the price is right, then i get ’em with my lead pipe
drop it off, ho, as i buck, buck, buck you, ’cause you’s a sucker, motherf+cker
dirty red’s in the hizzouse, sizzouth memphis takin’ over
rizzoll in the hooptieville, scopin’ as i make my k!ll
takin’ out you f+ckboys, intentions are to k!ll and destroy
rat+tat+tat+tat, with my gat, got your face bad
scopin’ like a sniper as i rollin’ in the hooptieville
all about a f+ckin’ meal, why you think i rob and stеal?
k!ller on a k!llin’ spree, n+ggas bet’ not f+ck with me
dirty r+e f+ckin’ d, i’m scopin’ and droppin’ bustеrs, see
scopin’ like a sniper, for you busters with that cash flow
takin’ out a n+gga everytime my peel hit the floor
scopin’ with my infrared, red dot on the head of the n+gga that’s ’bout to die, then my money multiply
hitman, count bread, understand i had the plan, blow ’em down, buck ’em down, dead bodies all around
money stackin’, smokin’ sacks and sellin’ rocks on the track
cowards catch up with your kind, ’cause you get’s none of mine

[chorus: dirty red]

[verse 2: dirty red]
i was born in the ghetto, with my strizzap on my sizzide, rizzide outta cl!ck, so another n+gga dizzied, bye bye, motherf+cker, i hate to make you suffer
but like i said, the tougher, the rougher, i’m makin’ n+ggas buck up
’cause i don’t bar none, i think i’m insane
or is it the trouble that i had in the dopegame?
fast lane life, livin another day, another k!llin’
blood spillin’ on the pr+cks, ’cause this sh+t has gotten thick
i done cl!ck, insane, though some call it crazy
you f+cked around, you’ll be pushin’ up daysies
slap some necks, fade upon bein’ broken
you gaggin’ and spittin’ up blood ’cause you chokin’
insane, psychotic, i done turned to a lunatic
you didn’t know i was the wrong n+gga to f+ck with
kickin’ up much sh+t, splittin’ plenty punk wigs, fill ’em up full of lead, scopin’ with my infrared

[chorus: dirty red]

[verse 3: dirty red]
last death mission in my mind, so you know it’s on
pr+cks shootin’, body bags, boy, avoid the danger zone
droppin’ bodies off like i work for ups
when i’m on my k!llin’ spree, b+tch, you better wear your vest
police better duck and dodge, ’cause i’m comin’ like a mob
a psychopathic k!ller on the streets, and i’m still livin’ large
leavin’ you dead, without havin’ no regards, ’cause i’m the type of k!ller, that was born with a cold heart
k!ller on the lose, i cook your ass like a goose
with a blast from my gauge, i put your ass on the frontpage
your family and everybody’ll be f+cked up, when they see your brains and sh+t gettin’ flatwood scr+ped up
’cause i ain’t the n+gga to f+ck with, b+tch
they find you dead in the back, nothin’ but kibbles and bits
(bits, bits, bits, bits, bits)
[chorus: dirty red]

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