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k-fix - go 2 war lyrics

[verse 1: k-fix]
putting on my gloves i give my magazine a refill
i’m not the adversary getting buried
putting in em what you bury it’s a cemetery
my angel on my shoulder telling me sh-t
devil on the other tryna wanna k!lling spree steer
thinking the thought of my demons time to beast it
got in a fashion where im chopping em bodies
and putting em up in the bas-m-nt no hesitation
i’m c-cking this then i be finna be c-ck and i shoot em
and i’m taking out my enemies with my call of duty three skit
leaving them soccer sumo’s and mother my rounds up
i make these ucker chucker’s to show that they wound up
underground f-cking hoes lets buck em when i focus and bound em
lock and load open the scope open your crown up
followed ya majesty half of these n-ggas should crown up
cause im the talk of the time it’s time to turn up
with the sound you already squirt
f-ck em were f-cking em hoe
and im putting their face in the bed ima mess the crowns up
stop my depression
im banging a tec get the message you don’t want a sensible thresher breaking em all
never listen to a talking voice and then stress
and i put em rest in a sec
and im getting respect i’m listening
i’m taking it all equipping a pen
and i’m coming to wreck on a record so bringing death
and a question you really can’t get with the best
when i’m flowing a bar
enemies finna be chilling that’s what you thought
so i’m putting my stress onto guests
i’ma get it then necro confess i’m bringing the shot
it will be dark in my lab man
i stake with a strap and i’m ready get grilling and spinning
get rid of em fill em with hollow they knocked off the map
all my shots will be fatal but label is critical
send em the money with 100 round drum ima give em the drum
all with the slug i be drilling them when i be spinning i
be chopping em b-tches to death
like machete from blade from a pencil man then

[hook]
load them choppers up it’s time to go 2 war(x8)

[verse 2]
kaotic klique is devils lair so prayers be said
finna bust shots to the side of the head you dead
come in to the underworld and hang with me
ain’t no stopping all i see is red its bl–dy red
i’m cursed with the darkness to start some sh-t (a whole lot)
in the park then i hit the spliff (i fly high)
like i’m riding on a rocket ship (i drive by)
see the clouds let’s take a trip
to the other side if you are you ready to die
guess we all find out when we put it all on the line
this is my side i ain’t stepping away
(i’m on my own path now get the f-ck outta my way)
i spread lyrics all day ain’t no stopping the realest
we in it except from when we celebrating
filled with the sin on a mission p-ssing all over these industry b-tches
time is up for a mo but keep riding along with it b-tch

[verse 3: kaoz]
you don’t really f-ck up in front of the devil standing there with a shovel
i will take the head of a motherf-cking decapitator
the way a devil shoves you to the nature put them all to slay
and tell em that god can’t save ya
5 versus all from h-ll and i can chop it just wait
taking another vulture from the slay
i wanna make a trophy rip out ya skull
put that motherf-cker on a shelf
open up the book for the flesh then start talking backwards
although was i making throw form the past
as if i saw normal sack in a bottle of jack
and i call them a f-cking actor even scream from the 80’s
and i gotta inverted cross on my mind and that’s perfectly fine
sick and f-cked for sake until i’m in the middle, middle of h-ll
waiting for war any time i roll through the gun with my bl–dy machete
six-hundred and sixty-six reasons to die are you ready
(i roll through the gun with my bl–dy machete six-hundred and sixty-six reasons to die are you ready)

[verse 4]
middle of the night caught up in the moonlight tryna summon an ent-ty
when you hear the sound of a shovel you know you found trouble that’s tryna get me
the shadow be the figure of piercing the nightmare so you scream who is he
apart from my follow we known as the one who reduce the darkness for sh-t and call me mr. gypsy
one of your humanly pleasures i treasure is drinking on the beverage that you know as called whiskey
the moment i sip it you must show da menace i told you the spirits finish until the bottles empty
now that im full with liquor my intentions are thicker i wouldn’t consider you try to tempt me
this music’s f-cking with me once i see the contract i have no sympathy
my blood as ink stick it to the scrunch of the lake the soul only bout a line then re-pen me
time for your life can expire anytime to fire from pain if your life so they sent me
the second your body after everything is left to show we can finally chop it into mince meats
the taste of the leg should boil especially if you let it boil for a slow roast from intense heat
i bet the last starts before the hacksaw world war anyone miss me
at first this burg and glory wondering what happened to him has become a mystery
still forgot that i brought in the wood without a coffin in the back of your mind into history
k!ll em i crash k!ll every bus full of every br-ss so you won’t even be a memory

[hook]
load them choppers up it’s time to go 2 war(x8)

[verse 5: da menace]
gang recognizes gang me and you ain’t the same
i’m all about my d-mn hoe why yall busters acting lame
beast unleashed i can’t be tamed
test my nuts hollow to your brain
anytime or anyplace b-tch i’m down to make a state
straight out the slums with a whole lot of guns
i’m murking you p-ssies and taking your fun
loading them choppers with a hundred round drums
we beat them the streets there’s nowhere to run
hollows be burning ya flesh like the sun
penetrating ya test now there’s blood in your lungs
you wanted some beef well consider it done
we shootin’ we k!llin’ we do it for fun
back in this b-tch packing a tip i don’t think you wanna f-ck with fix or the klique
cause you already know how da menace gets down
gotta love for your hoes so i give them little fr-ss
trust up the camera we a whole lotta’ ammo
we strap delay rapper on yo’ side of town
shoot through the concerts the n-ggas self conscious
you n-ggas don’t want it we taking the crown
so many haters too many apostles
where in the choice i’m busting each other
say yee to the point of this
mow them a rap you f-cking with some n-ggas
lets creep this snap
body be found in the back of a lacker
shut the f-ck up if you talking smack him
eye for an eye a two for a two
if you don’t wanna go 2 war man we got yall shook

[hook]
load them choppers up it’s time to go 2 war(x8)

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