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xavier wulf - killa klvn | rvidxr klvn 2012 phonk lyrics

[intro]
murda, murda, mo’ murda, mo’
murda, murda, mo’ murda, mo’
murda, murda, mo’ murda, mo’
murda, murda, mo’ murda, mo’
murda, murda, mo’ murda, mo’
murda, murda, mo’ murda, mo’
murda, murda, mo’ murda, mo’
murda, murda, mo’ murda, mo’

[verse 1: xavier wulf]
bustin’ up outta the scene
[?] black hit on my jeans
that’s a to the t
[?] f-ckin’ with me
i be the trilla [?]
comin’ up with the cheese
i gotta get off of the streets
too many [?] that’s tryin’ me
yall have to [?] at least three
don’t enter rap with me
can’t you see when i’m at peace
i’m a [?]
but when a sucka f-ck with me
i turn k!lla b
as i be smokin’ like a white old lady
hoes call me baby when i’m in my aunt’s mercedes
chillin’ in the [?], that’s the haven when we blaze it
blaze it like caucasians in the 80’s in jamaicans
why the f-ck we waitin’? there’s the money
let’s go take it
lil homie just be patient
clear your mind and we gon’ make it
[?] go like [?]
i don’t date but she gon’ take it
beat it like a rapist, skeet it, then i left her naked
you shakin’, why you shakin’?
n-gga scared he ain’t gon make it
i’m pressin’ for the k and you better get it or [?]

[bridge]
murda, murda, mo’ murda, mo’
murda, murda, mo’ murda, mo’
murda, murda, mo’ murda, mo’
murda, murda, mo’ murda, mo’
murda, murda, mo’ murda, mo’
murda, murda, mo’ murda, mo’
murda, murda, mo’ murda, mo’
murda, murda, mo’ murda, mo’

[verse 2: denzel curry]
i was raised up on the dark side
blackland, the soldier slim
gimme the sk, n-gga it’s gunplay
go for the head and i go for the limb
bumpin’ k-rock, be a witness
to mystical k!lla with style
kamikaze, k!llin’ the n-z-s
stackin’ intestines all up in the -fatality-
ethelwulf, with that [?]
nervously, we k!llin’ ’em b
[?] touchin’, you better get [?]
i’m bringin’ the gun and i’m bringin’ the heat
yung raw, grab the gauge
then [?] k!llas because our age
zimmerman, i’m k!llin’ him -gunshot-
now he’s on the first page
thinkin’ i am the one
f that fire, i’ma f that gun
rippin’ [?] k!ll yo’ son, b-tch better run
-gunshot- [?] surely you done, -finish him-
stupid -ss h0m-s, you into the [?]
a [?] k!lla like [?] and coco
the monkey, the beast and the n-gga
got [?] and [?] on my d-ck just like [?] and jojo
[?] k!lla, a [?]
she sippin’ my saké, i’m doing karate
i bust on your b-tch like a ball of bukkake
n-gga i’m [?] off that mystical style
ethelwulf, yung raw, denzel, that k!lla klan
and shoutouts the sp-ceghost for givin’ us the helping hand

[verse 3: yung raw]
denzel told me to give him the gauge
i don’t play (blap)
the day he disrespected me
the klan had sent him away
the n-gga was slain
can’t stand ’em, [?] ’em
k!ll ’em all, turn ’em into a phantom
i’m santa, run in yo’ house
i’m [?], smellin’ like some loud
you see the dark clouds, east memphis
[?] was on some pimpin’ sh-t
she tellin’ me she lovin’ it
so take her to the pyramids
’94 what i’m livin’ in
these times are so cripplin’
the [?] because we have to rhyme and k!ll
so we can meet them ends
ethelwulf and denzel, my last name is curry too
f-ck the government
i got zimmerman in my f-ckin’ booth
tied up like a b-tch, slit the racist n-gga throat
make him eat them waste of skittles and [?] off of trayvon’s coat
k!lla klan sh-t in this raider band b-tch
a child of the corn, can’t f-ck with legit
i’m the 36 [?] with the 36 flow
pop off and reload, snitches no mo’
if you wanted some mo’, i will give you a dose
not meaning to boast and shoutout to the purpp
best believe you’ll get murked, [?]
all black my n-gga [?]

[outro]
murda, murda, mo’ murda, mo’
murda, murda, mo’ murda, mo’
murda, murda, mo’ murda, mo’
murda, murda, mo’ murda, mo’
gotta k!ll, get ’em nowhere to run
can’t get away from my shotgun
leavin’ them bodies f-cked up
pump pump to the ground better leave it alone
n-gga wanna die when f-ckin’ wid
mo thug n-gga we k!lled this b-tch
now you wanna catch some bang bang
n-gga wanna die when i let my nuts hang
what is it in me makes me feel like i gots ta murda ya?
you slip when i’m high, pullin’ my ticket, n-gga you die, soldier
four k!llas we creepin’ and comin’ to hurt ya, mo murda
better pack that five five
i’m feelin’ like k!llin’ you dying tonite
you don’t wanna hear that glock pop
when the glock pop pop don’t stop
we all about murda mo
finger on the trigger mo thug let go
we straight from cleveland
clack back n-gga ya bleeding
you don’t wanna f-ck wid bone
pullin’ that chrome now n-gga ya gone
if you wanna die bye
see you in the gutter let mama cry
watch mo thug k!llas pump pump
put ’em in the ground with his head blown gone
mo murda, mo murda, mo murda

- xavier wulf lyrics

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