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kill - 2 guns up lyrics

[intro: h!r3z]
we, are, the alf-ckingmighty

[hendrick hernandez]
(toast, twice, peace god, church, yes lord.)

and, this is, for all the f-ck boys
cause they ain’t think we’d give it to ’em
eh, i’m not really gonna get into it though
but, what you need to do, is listen real f-cking close
yo dris, you ready?

[verse 1:h! r3z & hendrick hernandez]
[h.r.]
think you f-cking with this dude?
you’ll be minced food, with this ginsu
i ain’t toting no pistols, but my guns up, (dumb f-ck)
[h.h.]
now, we ain’t even in the talks
about “who’s who,” or, “what’s what”
but, to find some better lyricists
you’d be hard-pressed, with this tough luck
[h.r.]
got a deuce deuce, and a vanilla dutch
running through crews, who think they’re twice as clutch
when the mic is up, it’s not quite enough
[h.h.]
it’s forever gone, the night is us
despite the fuss, i like the rush
when i re-write the l-st, with a slight disgust
[h.r.]
mt. vesuvius, where we came from
so don’t play dumb. go awol on that b-ss drum
a rapper better than we? (haha) name one
so, i could aim at son, and go adolf when that time comes
[h.h.]
those tattoo’s on my arm, explain to everyone where i’m from (new beige)
show em, that i’m proud to be the enigma, of my slums
[h.r.]
eddie nigma, of my slums
2 popes, 5 nuns, is the minimum of needs
to exercise the demon, i’ve become, the mighty sun
[h.h.]
you’re doing that allen, iverson
you lost your sk!lls, and now you’re hiding, son
it’s the rise of pun, resize your guns
lighters, fire, higher uh!
(let’s, f-cking, get it, uh!)

[hook: the k.i.l.l.]
oh man
since i started, it’s a doubting spree
f-ck ’em all, cause they doubted me
people saying they the next up
man, you done messed up, i think you need to fess up

who f-cked up? (you)
you f-cked up. (you)
cause you’re too f-cked up
my n-gga, 2 guns up. x2

[verse 2: h! r3z & hendrick hernandez]
(verse 2!)
[h.h.]
the smoke from the 100, i’m holding
is numbing, the coldest of summers
i overdosed, on sober from nothing
no one knows, we hold the discussion
[h.r.]
the momentum brings, pendulum swings
gravity shifts, when we settling things
you belittled the riddle in the middle of deception
simple, not to fiddle, we need no interruptions
[h.h.]
it’s a lotus eruption, notice he does it
with potency, it’s a f-cking code in is blood
and his flowing’s, a whole different function
odin could get snuffed, in his home, with the poem that i’m clutching
[h.r.]
no introductions, but, “bang, bang.” n-gga
spitters don’t have bars, but rap about figures
one’s with no cars, rap about triggers
i don’t do it from the heart, son, it comes from my liver
[h.h.]
it’s k!ller season, k!ll all speakers
from monday, to monday, spend all weekend
putting rappers on a lunch tray, and then we’re feasting
looking back at what you punks say, i bet y’all eat it
[h.r.]
spic times 2, puerto ricans
[h.h.]
that sh-t, that all you seeking
[h.r.]
on a rip-tide, two quarters cheifing
[h.h.]
i’m hi def, ivan rodriguez, uh!

[hook]

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