Icebox CNLSU - k** Em All lyrics

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Icebox CNLSU - k** Em All lyrics

[Intro: Icebox CNLSU] Yea Itz B.O, Itz Icebox CNLSU Get High We about to k** Em All k** Em All (3x) [Verse 1: Icebox CNLSU] Now lemme hit it straight on yall, clearer minds gotta follow. Back in the hood i had more n**uhs, circumstances made me solo. No disrespect but Im as sick as it gets. B.O n**uh don't do no regrets. Drop lines like thunderstorm, make a move and make them forget their legs. Ice on the hardwork so like sweat I'm going all out. I got styles more like rain, I got ways to fall out. No restrictions so I do my thing, cannot convince me to walk out. Do not go in circles but i balls out. B.O bomaye, their hearts i be drilling. Altogether their arteries and ventricles I be milling uhh Im disconjoining them, Adolf Hietlering them. Blowing their minds like i keep planting grenades in them. I do this for my dead homies who didn't get more time to know me. Well enough that B.O n**uh got dream, gon shine and make history. Galaxy reaching fo sho'. n**uhs shoulder leaning acting the Dro. CNLSU Im riding my n**uhs and they also holding the pole. We k**ing n**uhs and bagging the fact. Talking sh** is a less on a pack. Mess with me I got hands on a mac. We piercing you with all bulls on alert. Murder Bizness (Yes), k** them n**uhs (Yes) Capital I Capital C Capital E, B.O.X Gunner Haaah Itz B.O k** Em All [Verse 2: E.D.N.A] Bang! E.D. me i shot em twice. In my hood we make money throwing all these dice. Im the scar on your face u can never hide. No surgeries can eradicate it that's a lie. That's the fire in me u can never quench alright. Baby said he like the way i keep him cumming all night. And he like the way i keep gangsta when i write. So i take his heart out and i cut em with a knife. This the life that we strife to survive. I stay fly like some flight pa**ing through smoking on that pipe. I got the sk**s i got the flow u can never know me. Im so priceless tell me how u finna own me. Chilling with my homies going crazy like we zombies. Im k**ing all these girls mane u better call the police. My resume is full of felonies but my verses stay holy cant u see the ghost in me ya!! [Verse3: Styk] Oooh The mad villain who jammed the scene Vented my spleen and damaged your favourite rappers' self esteem That lil n***a mean So forget about the metaphor when I say I dey look sharp pa** a guillotine I pin 'em down with my witty blows I k** 'em cold Burry them with punchlines deeper than a skinny ho's... oooh Boy I go nasty with the flow Ma sh** tacky and you know I'm too sick and I am the bomb boy I'm full blown Now watch me justify the canny I overrap your best rapper, I turn him to a mummy Tunez and CNLSU we prove them others dummy Styk Mulla Babe them other boys funny [Verse 4: Red Mic] Beads up on my wrist Them beads up in my ears k**ing these verses mane they be haunting me for years And i go berzerk Vacate leave this earth I dont even deserve Im on that rebirth yea mane I k** the devil yea i k** his angels If the door wont open i'll walk thru it like Chris angel I create my own ways and i create my own path Check my moments men, hey you cant follow back like Pratatatata i k** a motherf**er I go hard men hard as a motherf**er You think you a big bad wolf then im a monster Red be riding these hoods im that monster [Verse 5: Kofi Jamar] Welcome to the diaries of a sun God, take a peep in the book of the dead Picture the wooden horses and Achilles in Troy marching with the group on a quest Picture the martian up against a spartan The red looks up on the earth Figure what go happen u sparring with a knife and i come through blazing with the shower of the lead This ain't a rap and this ain't a war song either Flow no y3 Nas Im spitting ether Murder he wrote and i'll be writing lethal This ain't love no Seeta and Geeta Felion heavy on ma wrist the scenes as it be on tele The chainsaw ma**acre i dey blue back like i'm john terry Get your head up in the hearse like it be dead body wey u wan carry Blast for every joint i dey and still no bomb any k** em all, twisted like Oliver ask for more And y'all stay wrestling wei y3 raw Give me the chance and acid rain go fall And y'all gon die.

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