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thoughtz of da chamber - weapon killah (erick sermon remix) كلمات الأغنية

thoughtz of da chamber, 1995, nite of da livin’ dead, yeah, check this out motherf-cker, keep it real y’all, no doubt n-gga

[verse 1: nitemare]
ha ha ha ha ha just right, as i can leaving you in the casket
godd-mn you son of a b-tch i’m going to get you in the basket
basket case i knowing you can dying forever
see you in h-ll for a week day another flever
i made a shotgun ak 47 and knife let’s get started
i make some barbecue and i put on the fire paper and sticks i just doing cooked your head off until it’s ready started
i eat your head off and i just swallowing your head off
punching bag getting stronger fights some beating than said off
i’ll gonna knock you out to a bl–dy pulp
and you getting with finish i can do it then stronger i drinking gulp
muscle stronger, going back to gym
like you either now so i can back out from the bin
as i can beat you up and now you do like busy
staying home busy out crew i know was gone fisy
screaming bl–dy murder like grave diggers and then i know you ready for my n-ggas
bring your daughter and bring to your slaughter

[verse 2: stalker]
yeah!
lemme fill ’em with venom duplicate it and finish it
n-ggas really wanna see the syllable diminish it
finally your freaking family’s fatality will be the first
you heard of the k!ller with scriller and will uh be the worst
the ultimate k!lling machine even with a hammer and nail
your sk!lls on the microphone are tagged as an epic fail
you take sail, never lost without your good sense
anytime we be coming up in the motherf-cking spot you turn tense
because we mother thugging f-ck it, we the night of the living dead
weapon k!ller will blind you go behind you and push you down the stairs
all of your raps are now useless stupid pieces of wasteful scripture
criminal the k!ller about to paint a n-gga another picture
k!lling the rhythm and filling em with sk!ll and i will still murder
i chill the bill and pill the spill, and a motherf-cker will heard a
giving another chopper to stop her own rhymes with the n-ggas k!ller
never heard of us, tomb, stalker and nitemare, i got a weapon k!ller

[verse 3: tomb]
i need ya and feed ya to k!ll you and bury you again
pills are broken and you be praying like amen
the babysitter are threatened
when you f-cking with chamber and underground weapon
if you be messing with a n-gga
then you best be ready to pull the trigga
i hope you find yourself disappointed with your music
like he said “we could win or lose it”
tomb, stalker and nitemare, and a machete
packing more heat than lethal weapon mixed with freddy
serial k!ller and giving your wife a heartache
making another motherf-cking n-ggas heart quake
we could win it or lose that sh-t
i’mma get a gun and use that sh-t
never with the grenade ’bout to diffuse that sh-t
tomb, stalker and nietmare is who do that sh-t
n-gga!

- thoughtz of da chamber

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