Dress To Kill Lyrics by Killarmy

Dress To Kill Lyrics

    (reporter)
    We are at war with the enemy we can't see
    A brutal conspiracy of assassination
    Kidnappings, bombings, highjackings and mass murders

    (a woman)
    Leave the girl alone, leave alone!!!

    (reporter)
    There's a battle ragin' fueled by desperation, hatred and fear

    (expert)
    Now the principal language spoken here is gunfire

    (reporter)
    It is a worldwar lead by holymen, 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!!

    Chorus: grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots
    Military gear 'n' go up like troops (4x)

    Yo, yo, yo, all rhymes is mad raw nigga, let the force pour from my jaws, lyric sause
    Got high with fly sounds bound the floors
    It's war for all you rap acts who's wack, come back
    I back gats 'n' block for filts, to be exact like that thing (pow!)
    Strikes in yo' nut, one shot, i bang slang to yo' brain
    Get you open on top for some what what! nigga take that
    I'm in some shit is done, when it comes to track 'n' phat drums i am hung
    Lyrical tunes that boom, crush consume
    Brains leavin' yo' veins, puttin' pumps 'n' losin' the bock, blazin' hot glock
    Raisin' yo' nut, cock to kill son(pow!) spill it to bomb, backglot?
    Yo, i'm test nigga, best be on methstreet, i blast fast 'n' shout da-da-daz
    Just like flexin' glass, foo, last tool shiped with dime, homicide collide
    With energize thoughts from dark side of park, die
    Split yo' vest from yo' test
    My complex style be wild 'nuff tough like rough sex or roughnecks
    I dedicate this track to the suspects (yeah!)
    The real live niggas ain't afraid to bust sex

    Seven soldiers, militant darkness for heavenly niggas in heaven
    Strap with the holy mack elevens, we turn to devils 'n' poison yo' ferrins'
    Razorblade stash is out the bible, stuck to the chuch of the madman on a vital

    I conquer your honor 'n' the battle former, seven man control
    Dead maybe cause for this strategy
    Fight his bomber, my thoughts is elevated, arsenerated
    So speak to some mamas, two places devil plated
    I take off the heads of those who worship adam 'n' eve from the garden of eden
    Follow the prince of thieves,
    I ain't the guard, but you're a lyrical burgler
    It's the price of killin' like kaine did the first murder

    Chorus: grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots
    Military gear 'n' go up like troops (4x)

    Silent weapons, instruments of combat used in quiet wars
    When i attack mc's become b.o.w.'s missin' in action
    Shogun the assason strikes with rage,
    When i engage with street wars,
    When neighbourhood druglords let you tear yo' weapon'
    Too like razbows?, bows 'n' arrows it ain't that force
    'n' penetrates trough the skin, but first through your clothes
    My platoons uniform is timbows 'n' capholes
    Nice dark 'cause you being followed like dark shadows
    Commandoes with empty ammo
    We are the men in war, refugees from jeff county
    Army of black knights, sinners 'til the death strikes

    Chorus: grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots
    Military gear 'n' go up like troops (1x)

    One with the killa 'n' the clan, i came with the scam
    A foo-proof plan 'n' death to coloured men

    Climin' uses race from the sun
    Dom pachino, madman, assassin tracks for shogun...

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