blasphemy The crown of Death is gonna kill 'em all! The royal 5 is gonna kill 'em all! This deathmachine is gonna kill 'em all! Star of blasphemy - The Crown
Превод: The Crown. Kill 'Em All.
of blasphemy The crown of Death is gonna kill 'em all! The royal 5 is gonna kill 'em all! This deathmachine is gonna kill 'em all! Star of blasphemy - The Crown
and rise like cream do? And leave em talk about the last time they seen you? Game is magnet, to everything platinum with my name attached, can you all
a map Dream chaser, risk taker No favor, though haters They might want me to drown Holdin' me down But the throne and the crown Is all I ever wanted, all
Chased for Presidents, throw up the hands, blood on my Timbs Modern lights got your frame bent Myalansky, fantasy, crash route, the certified member Ask permission before you kill 'em
knowing they knowing and i be gunning and blowing and and i be stitching and sewing up everything up in this bitch, lets go everybody that i'ma come and i'ma kill 'em
s time to put 'em to sleep (I love you) Now, fo real grand dragon horns stabbing the skys (Uh huh) Turn Mag' 'em, laser tag 'em, couldn't sever all ties
down Aiyyo, fuck y'all niggaz talkin' 'bout, think you playin' wit? Double R, G-UNIT, the same ol' shit (What?) Put the faggots in the ring, watch 'em all quit All y'all
above the testicles S.P., turn your top five into vegetables You don't believe me, get 'em all in a room And the next five, I plan to getting all of them soon Y'all
you wish you never met me like Carl Thomas Try to forget me like all silence Fuckin' with a vet be, all problems I'm not about the threats B, I'm all
beam I'm too damn dope nigga to hang around fiends Plus a team, playa, I never play the team Cause even if I win, we all gettin rings We all gon' bling
cuttys on 4's No love fo hoes change them like clothes Hit 'em like switches then I pass them on We all know dats how the game should go We all know
Jerz, throw 'em up Now everybody from Q-B, throw 'em up Now everybody from the B-X, throw 'em up Now everybody from Staten Island, throw 'em up To all
and kill 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, and finish 'em And bang 'em in the head and diminish 'em, and then I'll Hit 'em again at a minimum, repeat comin' to kill
real McCoy, You little boys can't even fill voids, Party's over kids, kill the noise, Here come the kill joys, Me and Dre steel alloys, The rap crown
die I learn it, they take away my wealth All these niggaz that used to page me, everyday that I dealt But they all gone, y'all wrong, I page myself,
weed, Hennessey, Kennedy, King Mixed with a kill-or-be-killed killer regime, ill as you seen, switch Y'all write all that hard shit, then y'all fall
