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YUKMOUTH lyrics : "Kill Em Of"

(feat. Gonzoe, Kris Kaliko, Tech N9ne)

[Intro: Gonzoe]

Yes yes, whuttup mayn
It's the Regime man welcome to our world
Ha ha ha, yeh, you ready, you ready Yuk

You know I'm ready, kill 'em off
Ready, let's do this %#@!


[Verse 1: Gonzoe]
If you ^!$$%s hate me, thrones can face me
If you love me, then embrace me

No words from me, I let the K speak
White sheets all on ya block, who's callin the shots
We hit that man first, then his faculty drop

I went 2Pac on 'em, showed 'em what I had for 'em
Had the whole porch glowin out the super sport, Showin
Our man power, make workers outta cowards

Focus, leave a ^!$$% beem smokin every hour
Gunshots get louder over blocks of the powder
Whole spots get surrounded, whatever breathin we down it

Gonzoe'll spend ya money before ya (*##$ $$# could count it
Lovin my Regime life, California violence
Put a ^!$$% in the ground like I ambushed the sirens

Ya pull me over you get more then a drunk driver
South Central survivor, hustler, conniver
Outlaw gang, ^!$$% Regime Rider


[Chorus: Kris Kaliko]
We catchin 'em slippin, in war ain't no fair games

See they high, cause inside I see you scared mayne
We pull them guns, they run when that lead came
[Gunshots] we kill 'em off


[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Surrounded and I don't know who to trust

Stressed, might be, demons comin in on me tight, will I bust
Yea its likely, loaded @@#!ed back, ^!$$% not givin a $#&@
Press tightly

Then dip to the Bay and parlay with my ^!$$% Yuk and get hyphy
This odd god is not fraud, just brought knowledge
Hot bars from Oxnard to Park College

Part raw %#@!, Part heart and part mobbage
Ak-ward, %#@! I spit, you got garbage
I've had it, you !@$)gots is mad at this

You rap it, rezap it, and crack if its inadequate
Attackers with jackets snaked with bats in the back of it
You rappers is whack and it's fact this is immaculate

You slack it a gat for the red and black of it
You crackers we blacketh then shack, and ain't no master %#@!
We scrappers and hackers who masked for this

Sack of magic %#@!, feel the fanaticness
Regime Riders kill 'em off and scatter (*##$


[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Yukmouth]

We kill 'em off, kill'em off, kill'em off
kill'em off, kill'em off, kill 'em all off
Word to my ^!$$% Asia, the cake finna break 'em all off

The sawed off 'll rip ya jaw off
(*##$ ^!$$%s gettin hauled off, chop off the kid the mob boss
And watch him so quick fall off ^!$$%

They foundtaion crumble in the concrete jungle
I'm raised in the struggle, ready to rumble
Shavin bundles to hustle, most killas humble

But I'm loud and obnoxious
Bomb ya office like Bin Laden, we kill 'em off with the choppas
I'm heartless, I'm on some Don %#@!

Most of my track horrorfying and gothic
2Pacalypse prophet, hot %#@!, toxic, mob %#@!
Rap-A-Lot (*##$, we got it locked (*##$

$#&@ them coppers, we still representin' that block %#@!
The MOBB, we don't $#&@ with no perpetrators or imitators
Snitches, (*##$es, traitors, or playa haters can't infiltate us

We gettin hella paper, in cribs with elevators
Let the metal spray ya white tee, ya (*##$
WE KILL 'EM OFF

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