Death Blow Lyrics by Kool Moe Dee

Death Blow Lyrics

    To the break of dawn
    To the, to the, to the
    Times up punk
    Yea yea time to settle the score
    To the break of dawn, another dumb move
    Ha, ha, ha this time it's over boy
    This is me and you, head to head, let's go

    Here we go, beat down round 2
    Heads up punk 'cause it all comes down to
    Me and you, face to face, head to head
    Mic to mic, i like the weak shit you said
    To the break of dawn, beats nitro
    Lyrics weak, say goodnight 'cho
    Star trek shades, man cut the joke
    Let's get serious and go for broke
    You still got a lock on my jock like a pitbull
    Victor before you pull it off you thought mr. pitiful
    Here's some mouthwash, g
    Your mouth smells like my jockstrap, c-
    A-u-s-e, you're rhyme didn't mean
    ?d-o-d-d?, junior moe dee
    Stop biting, chewing, swallowing
    Who in the hell told you that you could do what you were doing
    Raise up son, i need jock relief
    Here's a toothpick, now get my jock out your teeth
    You swallow it, yea, finish, burp
    Now let a real man go to work
    'cause i'm a whip you like your daddy, beat ya like a baby
    Sick ya like a dog, dropping lyrics wit rabies
    Cut ya like a knife 'cause you're nuthin but hype
    You slice and dice and ice twice for life
    I'm a treat ya like a hooker punk, change your clothes
    Put you on the streets wit ya jingling hoes
    Keep talking about me and i'll keep pimping
    Just bring me that money and take this last whipping
    How can one man be so dumb
    You're trying to come off and don't know how to come
    You're young and dumb and quick at the tongue
    You high strung bum come and get done
    I'll do you wit a death blow

    (chorus)
    Kill 'em kill 'em
    I'll hit ya wit a death blow

    My lyrical beatdown will leave ya in a coma
    'cause you can't hang without a high school diploma
    Your brain of fatigue, you're out of your league
    You're running out of gas and you're tank is on e
    Somebody buy him a heart 'cause he's petro
    Take you're whipping like a man brother let go
    No apologies, tears of violence
    Get your black suits 'cause i ain't smiling
    I'm shooting the gift of gab, brother you're ripped in half
    Soon as the mic is past, you won't live to laugh
    If there's laughter, i'll get the last one
    You loafed on the lyrics and you caught a bad one
    So who's got no style, look at your profile
    You can't dance, can't dress and you're so foul
    Still wearing played out 4 finger rings
    Played out fat gold chains and things
    You changed your look now change your gameplan
    Trying to dress but you still wear name brand
    Brother, you look crazy weak
    And it gets worse when we hear you speak
    So you ain't got a chance in hell
    You'll be known as the late ll
    The man who lost one, one too often
    Came wit a soft one and went to his coffin
    A close casket they won't show ya
    When i finish, you're mama won't know ya
    'cause i'm a rip you limb from limb
    You tombstone read he had no win
    So rip, rest in peace, rip 'em
    D.i.d., dead indeed, did 'em
    A h-i-t, hitman, so whatcha hit 'em wit
    A rhyme silencer, i hit 'em wit a death blow

    Chorus

    If mama said knock me out, come do it
    You can't win and that (record scratch) knew it
    I'm a send you home in a body bag
    Wit the mic in your throat and a jock for a gag
    You're out of here, over, finished, all in
    And marly marl can't save you from fallin
    'cause as soon as you came back what did you do
    To the break of dawn, another dumb move
    You can't go hard, you're just so-so todd
    I'm that type of guy, oh my god
    It's gets no rougher comes no weaker
    Marly hooked the beats so now you need a
    Writer to bring you back from hell
    Because i'm a rock up l
    Low life loser, life like luna
    Lafidasical, lispless luna
    Tic liver lifeless, living likeness
    Lusting longing lyrics like this
    Little league, lard larsonist liar
    Label ledger, left the leper liar
    Bull, lull, lateral learning
    Laps language latent lurking
    Language, language, local logo
    Light laboring, limited local
    Now ll's a laughing stock
    'cause i bit that ass to the last stop
    I watched you fall like hitler fell
    And now you're down to a broken l
    You're records ain't hot and you're shows don't sell
    Yo, tell 'em how you fell l, hard as hell
    You came back and you thought you had me
    But think about it, whos' your daddy

    Kill 'em... big daddy, i don't want none...
    I did 'em wit a death blow
    To the break of dawn
    To the, to the, to the, get him out of here

    (kool moe dee talks)

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