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tom boston - kill 'em all كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
my head’s stuck in sp_ce, mind over matter
tryin’ to bake up some hits, i’m the batter
i’m really skinny cause i like to flatter
seeing so many colours, i can’t think straight
i got kings in my corner, yeah, i checked mate
a home run is having s_x on the first date
going so far off script i’m doin’ double takes
my wallet is getting bigger, makin’ loose change
love gettin’ chicks but not a wild goose chase
why are drama makers always two_faced?
i’m from canada but i think that’s overstated
the track is getting tired i think i overplayed it
jot with osmium but your words still wouldn’t havе weight
even with humungous biceps my guns fray
evеn during dark days, it can still be a sunday
i don’t live on writer’s block, live on the runway

[verse 2]
used to not be top ten, that was in the past tense
yeah, i did that, i came and i passed men
funny, my eyes speak the universal language
sorry, i leave all my syllables in anguish
wait your turn, you’re nothin’ when you skip the queue
i’m your step father, cause i’m a step above you
your life is in jeopardy, yet you don’t got a clue
my pencil is still sharp, yet i write my wrongs
when i run my mouth, my lips do a marathon
care for a friend in low times, yeah share a bong
design our s_x, gucci coochie, louis vuitton dong
with all these bars every song is a con’s song
a chicken’s broken home is now a co_op
i’m solo not so low cause it’s lonely at the top
only when my career swan dives will i flop
sorry i had to k!ll the track, see the beat drop
[verse 3]
you should be behind bars because you nicotine
it’s time to sleepwalk, time to kick a dream
i love to talk about s_x and p_ss’, yeah deep talk
investin’ in those magic beans, giant bean stocks
pedo’ at the class door, it’s the school of hard knocks
ice surrounds my watch, we cool ‘round the clock
my package is too big, i’m outside the box
thought you were the one but you had snake eyes
pathetic lame losses love being fake is
girl couldn’t do shrooms, wasn’t bangin’ fun guys
raps so hard they’ll make your girl climax
i’m stuck on billboard, what’s up with the high tacks
my wood’s shining, she tryin’ to blow on my sack
hate that i’m loonie, that term was coined
ya’ can’t jot down my lyrics cause you missing the point
you pipe glassware to see clear from the joint

[verse 4]
even when my pencil is dull, my lines stay sharp
i pull all the strings but i don’t like to harp
my bullets are diamonds cause i don’t like cheap shots
yeah, my mind is a prison it’s where i keep thoughts
i have the sharpest censors, that’s why i bleep lots
green brings tears to my eyes but i don’t weep pot
yeah, my rhyme schemes help to develop the plot
get ya’ head out ya’ ass, ain’t a colonoscopy
ya’ ain’t da ceasa’, ain’t a full autopsy
hansel and gretel, my candy house is not a suite
ass is on fire i think i’m in the hot seat
love gettin’ diamonds but i’m not into minors
we do nine rounds cause a p_ss’ got nine lives
put my footprint on the track, i walk that fine line
what’s a simile, i don’t care about likes
needa’ be locked in my own bars cause i k!ll mics

- tom boston

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