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Genre
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Peak #12,179
Peak in subgenre #1,801
Author
Scars
Uploaded
August 28, 2003
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
(talkin)
You want beef mothafucka? come in my streets and scream peace mothafucka
(Scars)
this be the killaz anthum, who dont have targets, and kill so random
and more fucked in the head then marilyn manson
the reason i kill, is forbidden to tell
when i pull this trigga (oh well), now ya ass straight to hell
cuz you was on my block, slangin rock, tryin to sell
i ran up on ya with a glock, it was cocked
(gun shots) this bitch aint got no stock
tell my boys in afterlife i said what up!
ill see em soon, but not soon enough
keep tellin yourself that ya tuff, that ya ruff
till a real mothafucka(like me) i'll scrap ya up
the reason i kill is, you wack as fuck
i gotta cut on my tounge, but bitch i aint stoppin
like blood from a gun, i keep on poppin(bitch i aint stoppin)
ima keep on firin and poppin
till i get some more oxy cotton
didnt i tell you i aint stoppin
ima keep on cockin
(hook)
this is for them real killaz
them blood spillas
them skilled killaz
them real mothafuckas
that dont play mothafucka
this is for them real killaz
them blood spillas
them skilled killaz
them real mothafuckas that'll kill bitches
i dont play
(Scars)
yeah thats right, the Legends dont play and we got big guns
we'll even spray them fuckas that soft like honey buns
even though i dont like to kill
them soft little bitches that not even real
but if they test then i'll let theyre blood spill
KAC, yo WAC, where ya balls at? Scared of Holly Hill
now you heard of me and B
cuz we went on a killin spree
made the 10 o clock news indeed
hard to believe, cuz we was both high off weed
but thats alright, cuz we always know we doin
even when we rhyme so fluent
oh fuck!...yo dogg what we doin?
what we screwin?
look it my mind, drugs did somethin to it
but thats ok, snort a few powder lines
it helps me come up with new hotter rhymes
when i get shootin, nothin can match me, not even Columbine(Columbine)
(hook)
this is for them real killaz
them blood spillas
them skilled killaz
them real mothafuckas
that dont play mothafucka
this is for them real killaz
them blood spillas
them skilled killaz
them real mothafuckas that'll kill bitches
i dont play
(Scars)
right when you thought i was done, im just gettin started
killin and killin for fun, shit i must be retarded
call me Scars, aka Freddy or Jason
cuz im always down to kill, im ready and blazon
i love to see when i cause body bags and, toe tags
but the only real reason i kill is those fags
Fake MC's, wannabe me's, cant be's, tryin to be Biege
what the fuck, cant you faggots see
that you gotta live it, before you be
i think im runnin outta clips and bullets
probly cuz well shit, i love to pull it
barrel so hot it smokes you cant even hold it
so dont try little bitch, just let it go and
dance mothafucka or run i love a movin target
if you skilled enough to get away then you a ghetto war-vet
but never forget, i never let a dry shirt, the always get wet
(hook)
this is for them real killaz
them blood spillas
them skilled killaz
them real mothafuckas
that dont play mothafucka
this is for them real killaz
them blood spillas
them skilled killaz
them real mothafuckas that'll kill bitches
i dont play
(one two, scars comin for you)
(three four, hes killin some more)
(five six, hes from the bricks)
(seven eight, theres no escape)
