Hit 'Em Kill 'Em Shoot 'Em Dead - Merkules, Caspian

Hit 'Em Kill 'Em Shoot 'Em Dead - Merkules, Caspian

Альбом
Trust Your Gut
Год
2017
Язык
`English`
Длительность
228170

Below is the lyrics of the song Hit 'Em Kill 'Em Shoot 'Em Dead , artist - Merkules, Caspian with translation

Lyrics " Hit 'Em Kill 'Em Shoot 'Em Dead "

Original text with translation

Hit 'Em Kill 'Em Shoot 'Em Dead

Merkules, Caspian

Ice on my neck and it’s cold as the fridge

Pull out the rifle, we know where you live

Buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc

Ice on my neck and it’s cold as the fridge

Pull out the rifle, we know where you live

Buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc

These demons inside of me trynna escape

Get the fuck off me cause I need some space

Hit 'em, kill 'em, shoot 'em, dead

Hit 'em, kill 'em, shoot 'em, dead

These demons inside of me trynna escape

Get the fuck off me cause I need some space

Hit 'em, kill 'em, shoot 'em, dead

Hit 'em, kill 'em, shoot 'em, dead

The voices keep tellin' me «Don't let 'em live»

Devil’s alive, I’m nobodies friend

Cut 'em, stab 'em, cut 'em up

Cut 'em, stab 'em, cut 'em up

Fill the mosh pit with bullets

(Fill the mosh pit with bullets)

Fill the mosh pit with bullets

(Fill the mosh pit with bullets)

Fill the mosh pit with bullets

Fill the mosh pit with bullets

I’m a psychopath, I let the rifle blast

First I sigh and gasp and then I light the match

I’m goin' ain’t shit

I’m taking to many prescriptions got thirty six in my mouth again like I came

in from emphins

I’m in your face at the dentist

I’m at the table with winners

And now the scope got a lens like I’m taking a picture, like.

Buc 'em, buc 'em, buc 'em, buc 'em

If they really want beef, I. buc 'em, buc 'em

Ice on my neck and it’s cold as the fridge

Pull out the rifle, we know where you live

Buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc

Ice on my neck and it’s cold as the fridge

Pull out the rifle, we know where you live

Buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc, buc

These demons inside of me trynna escape

Get the fuck off me 'cause I need some space

Hit 'em, kill 'em, shoot 'em.

dead

Hit 'em, kill 'em, shoot 'em.

dead

These demons inside of me trynna escape

Get the fuck off me 'cause I need some space

Hit 'em, kill 'em, shoot 'em.

dead

Hit 'em, kill 'em, shoot 'em.

dead

Yeah, yo.

Rap sort of lambo in the garage, rambo

They want a spot, they get blown like cigars

Never broke, cash flows goin' harder than the homies on the yard

Y’all phony, ya facade

The block’s takin' the order, welcome to Hell’s Kitchen

Clique so big, it’s on a scale where yourself with

I slang salt water to a beach, host is the hand up

God Father in the street

Whole squad is a lead up, I put a chopper at the sea

Block-blocka, the top shoter, I’m getting dollars like a mitch

The real mitch, the real topper, the real Tony

OG in the steel

Homie, you kill softly

Youngs flange

Y’all they fuckin' with prince

Got a custom made casket for these rappers on my dick, ugh

I’m the boss, what they gon' say now?

I’m the plug, no wire, this is not PayPal

The voices keep tellin' me «Don't let 'em live»

Devil’s alive, I’m nobodies friend

Cut 'em, stab 'em, cut 'em up

Cut 'em, stab 'em, cut 'em up

Fill the mosh pit with bullets

(Fill the mosh pit with bullets)

Fill the mosh pit with bullets

(Fill the mosh pit with bullets)

Fill the mosh pit with bullets

Fill the mosh pit with bullets

Bang-bang, motherfucker, bang-bang

Chain slang, I’m just trynna maintain (That's right)

Fucked up, I can’t never stay sane

But you know that I’m the illest in my whole campaign

Shots rang through the window of your whip

Yeah, we really with the shits

Bullets filling up the clip, got the pistol on my hip like Brrrrrrhhhaaaaa

Like the beef in the freezer, I’m raw

You just tough on screen like Deniro in the city

Where I’m from I’m a motherfuckin' hero (Fangs)

I’m still good in the hood like my hands are clean

And I’m known to cash buddies like a trampoline (Hahaha)

Gasoline in the truck if these cats want beef

Ya belong in the movie, you just actin' gee (Fugazi)

Yeah, let the lions out the cage

Put the fire in your face when I’m lighting up the stage

Bang-bang

Ice on my neck and it’s cold as the fridge

Pull out the pistol.

bitch, I know where you live

Ice on my neck and it’s cold as the fridge

Pull out the pistol.

bitch, I know where you live

(Ice on my neck, ice on my neck

Ice on my neck, got this ice on my neck)

(Ice on my neck, ice on my neck

Ice on my neck, got this ice on my neck)

(Ice on my neck, ice on my neck

Ice on my neck, got this ice on my neck)

Pull out the pistol.

bitch, I know where you live

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