Killarmy

(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!)