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the warchild - kalashnikov lyrics

kalashnikov

[chorus: the warchild]

kalashnikov riffle for all of my rivals
nothing against you it’s all about survival
i am the bible / the tree of good and evil
that gave me the knowledge on how to deceive you
kalashnikov riffle for all of my rivals
nothing against you it’s all about survival
i am the bible / the tree of good and evil
that gave me the knowledge on how to chastise you

[verse 1: the warchild]

little boy f-ck around / i’m a buss a f-cking round
make ya brain touch the ground / erase the stinkin’ frown / off ya face
on my waste / got that steel you wanna taste
in the place / it’s a maze / i amaze / when i blaze
off ya frame / c the grave / b-tching / hoping you were saved
i was risen from the dead / mama found me in my bed
no pulse / no breath / holding the hand of death
now i stack bottles on shelves / trying to behave myself
but every time i take a step / it’s a test / with no vest / try to k!ll me
be my guest / i’m a live nevertheless / in the spirit / in the flesh
there is no reason to stress / cuz im blessed / f-ck the rest
d-mn you made me make a mess
as i wash the blood off my hands
there is no joy in the demise of my enemies
sel-ssie i protect i and i

[chorus: the warchild]

[verse 2: the warchild]

father / i thank you / for the knowledge / understanding
the wisdom / the mission / the vision of the mother ship zion
the kingdom / the lion / of judah / and the teks / for the feds
and the beds / for the dead / and the red dot on my forehead
for every murder scenes that i fled / in previous lives
as hannibal / king solomon / king david / ghanghis khan
shaka zulu / geronimo / actin’ like you ain’t know
dog / you f-cking with the sickest dread / h-ll is where you made ya bed
now that’s where you lay ya head / maggots eating through ya chest
several shots pierce through ya tef / hallow tips go through ya flesh
25 to life is death / bodies lay cold and stiff
discharge another clip / 16 bullets made you shyt
make ya whole body flip / throat is slit / blood you spit
homicide will say that sick / now i got to move out quick
kalashnikov rifle

[chorus: the warchild]

[outro: the warchild]

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