Kalashnikov Guns Lyrics

by The Alchemist

A demonstration of who the best is,
Stress is when I afflict your death wish,
Check this before I check you
And tell you what the rest knew already
We get it heavy, money bad,
The crack or axe roll on your Chevy.
Get ready, prepare for the truth,
I double dare one to double cross me,
Play booth, you can't flip to suit,
You run them down, blindfold ‘em, line ‘em up,
Gun them down, even when I fuck around I don't fuck around.

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My life work can leave your life curb,
Smell a perfect trait, yeah, I smell like perp
Dirt, do your dirty and give it back to earth
For what is worth find another turf.
Before you work, learn the hustle, first
Cut them off with a hunger thirst.
I drink in here ‘till I'm full, the raging bull,
Too much births and yeah, I'm full.
Aiming at the chess play, call it lay it face,
You get cramps when the brea brakes
I get big chunks, raw chunks,
You'll get found in the deep slump
You ran it out of throw, real face,
I pump your brakes, see you at the wait, nigger.