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kash killaz - hatchet lyrics

(dirty box)
time to bury the bl–dy hatchet in your
motherf-cking back
i laugh when i hear yo rib cage crack
i’m breakin you down
f-ckin you up like sprack
you always mixin up yo fiction with yo facts
now i’m’a let you know what the soul for real is
come correct, let me know what the deal is
bro, pack your bowl, with my flow
sh-t just aint workin out
now i’m’a have to let you go

(spyda)
cant mess with us, better run you must
junkie -ss n-gg-s hands will be cut
the hatchet pierces your heart and soul
motherf-ckin baby n-gg-s cryin, wanna go home
we aint done with your b-tch-ho–ss
i spit so hard the flow comes out real fast
since halloween i been all up in your -ss
ranked last at school in my motherf-ckin cl-ss
but i done never gave a f-ck so i make nerve gas

(chorus)
time to bury the hatchet,
make that sh-t go deep
your -ss we attack it,
so you cant sleep
we’re not your friends,
thats why the knife will go deep
and if you cant take it,
then go to f-ckin sleep

(kriminal)
n-gg-s cant breathe, n-gg-s dont believe
that n-gg-s go black-on-black, cuz n-gg-s cant see
we all the same n-gg-s, even though some cant read
we should fight the racist b-st-rds, instead of the n-gg-s
ya see?
what the f-ck are you german? fuhrman? your -ss aint learnin
we for real n-gg- we kill like persians
all the kash killaz ridin in a ford excursion
shoot up the suburds, and shoot up the urban
racism is alive and the bush folk denyin it
political talk n-gg- and i’m tryin to fight it
wont stand for this bullsh-t, thats why we do sh-t

(da sorcerer)
use my black motherf-ckin magic
i’m a motherf-ckin cocaine addict
and i’ve had it, f-ck tampax dont pad it
that sh-t will bleed like you sporadic
been 5 days you aint dead? b-tch your crabbin
dont get that sh-t on me b-tch i’m like aladdin
your -ss will be clappin, i scare you make you cr-ppin

(chorus)

(crooked ed)
i’m just a god d-mned sideshow joke like bob
motherf-cking saying ‘whoa!’ like black rob
h-ll i’m just trying to get in the hood, dawg
i might not be of your type, but i praise the same god
god also known as the late great tupac

(rahim)
the flow is filled with metaphors, and heteroes
h-m-s and my bros, fight with trench coats
shoot up you m-f-ckers like i shot up elmo
big bird in the trunk smokin weed like a punk
this style i rhyme with aint been used since kings of krunk
but we dont get it crunk, we get it f-cked up
drink so much liquor, you’d think we’d have cups
a 5th of vodka followed by f-ckin this b-tch named rhonda
screamin help me rhonda, when my sh-t is stuck
dont matter n-gg- if it breaks off, n-gg- your f-cked
so i pull the gun and out and this sl-t i shoot up
nothing positive here motherf-cker, tough luck
my ego is so big its already squashed some kids
i went to the deep south they callin me nig
sh-t like that you can never forget, and never forgive
thats why i’m always up to stab some redneck motherf-ckin sh-t

(chorus)

(dominique)
aint got a chance to spit? well i dont give sh-t
your mom is givin me brain in your own crib
i took your d-mn car and got it lifted
your little sister’s p-ssy? sh-t i already ripped it
no spinners that sh-t is gone n-gg- its now thrifted
your -ss got hemeroids n-gg- now you gon sh-t it?
i dont really pity your -ss so tough sh-t
i bury the hatchet in your -ss, f-ckin b-tch

(g-mony)
thats the k to tha a to tha s to tha h
yeah and k to tha i double l and a through z
motherf-ckers cant f-ck with me
kash killaz represent

(chorus)

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