KIllarmy - Dress to Kill

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We are at war with the enemy we can’t see
A brutal conspiracy of assassination
Kidnappings, bombings, hijackings and mass murders
Leave the Girl alone, leave alone!!!
There’s a battle ragin' fueled by desperation, hatred and fear
Now the principal language spoken here is gunfire
It is a world war lead by holy men, madmen and millions of disciples
Willing to die for their cause their strategy is worldwide terrorism
It’s time to go to war niggas
Get the bulletproof vests niggas
Word up
Grab yo' army suits and your fat black boots
Military gear and go out like troops
Yo, yo, yo
All rhymes is mad raw nigga, metaphors pour from my jaws
Lyric sauce, got high with fly sounds bound the floors
It’s war, for all you rap acts with wack comebacks
I back gats and Glock four-fifths, to be exact
Like that kid strikes to yo' knot, one shot
I bang slang to yo' brain get you open off top
On some What What! nigga, take that and then some
Sin’s dumb when it comes to tracks and phat drums
I yum hum lyrical tunes that boom
Crush consume brains leaving your veins, sporting puncture wounds
And the bock, blazing hot Glock
Grazing ya knot, cock the killshot, it’s millitant bumbaclaats
Ya, wan test nigga, best be on Meths, G
I blast fast and shatter that ass just like Plexiglas
Fool, last tool shiped with dime
Homicide collide with energize thoughts from Park Side
Apartheid split yo' vest from yo' chest
My complex style be wild enough tough like rough sex
Or roughnecks, I dedicate this track to the suspects (yeah!)
The real live niggas ain’t afraid to bust Tecs
Seven soldiers, militant darkness for heavenly niggas in heaven
Strap with the holy mack elevens
We turn to devils and poison your reverends
Razorblade stash is out the bible
Stuck to the church of the madman on a vital
I conquer your armor and the battle of honor, seven man contra
Dead maybe cause for this strategy fight his bomber
My thoughts is elevated,
So speak to some mamas, two places devil plated
I take off the heads of those who worship Adam and Eve
From the garden of Eden, follow the prince of thieves
I aim the God-U at a lyrical burglar
And surprise them from killin' like Cain did the first murder
Grab yo' army suits and your fat black boots
Military gear and go out like troops
Silent Weapons, instruments of combat
Used in quiet wars when I attack
MC’s become P.O.W.'s missing in action
Shogun the Assassin, strikes with rage when I engage
In Street Wars. with neighborhood drug lords
Legendary weaponry like crossbows
Bows and arrows get aimed at foes
And penetrates trough the skin
But first through your clothes
My platoons uniform is Timbos and camos
Night’s dark you’re being followed
Like dark shadows commandos with empty ammo
We are the men in war, refugees from Jeff County
Army of black knights, sinners 'til the death strikes
Grab yo' army suits and your fat black boots
Military gear and go out like troops
One with the killa and the clan, I came with the scam
A foo-proof plan and death to colored men
Climate using rays from the sun
Dom Pachino, Madman, Assassin tracks with Shogun…