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rukus - natural born killaz lyrics

[verse 1: rukus]
take a journey with me, into the mind of a maniac
doomed to be a k!ller since i came out the n-ts-ck
i’m in a murderous mindstate with a heart full of terror
i see the rukus in the mirror
buck buck, lights out, cause if i grab a sawed off
sombody’s getting hauled off (barrel one)
it will singe your flesh (barrel two)
will blast your f-cking heart right out your chest
i must confess i don’t use guns all the time
but i’m violent by design so if you step up it’s your bedtime
i’m known to crack skulls like a rhymes rhymer
leave the drama at the door, hunt you down like you’re sarah conner
decapitation i ain’t hesitatin’, to put you in the funeral home
with your knife in your dome
yo, i’m hot like lava, you got a problem? i’m quick to solve it
i’ll chop your body up then dissolve it, it’s like a deadly game of freeze tag
if i strike you with this axe you’ll be frozen inside a bodybag
n-body iller than this graveyard filler
should i peel ya? i’m a natural born k!ller

[hook x2: rukus]
should i peel ’em
should i k!ll her in my iller
then a natural born k!ller

[verse 2: a-ron]
a-ron, i be a natural k-i double l iller for realer
i’m so known as a blood spiller
i’m 4 years deep in this wicked shit game
study my craft y’all focused on fame
i’ll be d-mned if some juggalo calls me fake
[?] -ss don’t know what this shit takes
living in so much shadows like your idols
i spend all day rehearsing wicked recidals
(titles) we the motherf-ckin’ gorehouse greatz
90% bl–dy throats [?]
you’re too late if the place already bl–dy
last time i checked we were pretty godd-mn nutty
a-ron, mister rukus and that k!ller cutthroat
[?] garbage bags over
i started stabbing the second i came out my mom
horrorcore holocaust, droppin’ nuclear bombs
i’ve got a butcher knife, ready to take your life
blood ’till my d-ck, as my blade strikes
then take the knife, the coma cat peeler
a.k.a, call me a natural born k!ller

[hook x4]

[verse 3: cutthroat]
i don’t understand the logic in my dreams
but i understand i like the sounds of sirens
terrified screams from the bottom of my basement
choppin’ at any motherf-cker giving the [?]
cause punk motherf-ckers wanna violate
now they sniffin’ c-ke, and they pupils won’t dilate
it’s so much pain, migraine, headache, i can hear his bones break
he steps in the single door
got his -ss whooped with 20 lashes, then he drops to the bl–dy floor
so i’m a pull a richard ramirez
now it’s f-cking dead, and everyone should fear this
stick, stab, stab-stick, stab-stick
gorehouse greatz is really on some murderous shit
givin’ victims in order, makin’ they lives shorter
ready to slaughter, cause to me a life ain’t worth a quarter
or a dime, homicide’s on my mind
thoughts are racin’ ain’t no debatin’
i’m creatin an escape route to be out without a doubt
scot free, so don’t even think about tryin’ to stop me

[hook x4]

- rukus lyrics

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