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Kool Moe Dee - Paroles


Funke Funke Wisdom - Album




Death Blow


 







To the Break of dawn


To the to the to the


Times up punk


yea yea Time to settle the score


To the break of dawn another dumb move


Ha ha ha this time it's over boy


This is me and you head to head let's go





Here we go beat down round 2


Heads up punk 'cause it all comes down to


Me and you face to face head to head


Mic to mic I like the weak shit you said


To the break of dawn beats nitro


Lyrics weak, say goodnight 'cho


Star Trek shades, man cut the joke


Let's get serious and go for broke


You still got a lock on my jock like a pitbull


Victor before you pull it off you thought Mr. Pitiful


Here's some mouthwash, g


Your mouth smells like my jockstrap, C-


A-U-S-E, you're rhyme didn't mean


?D-O-D-D?, junior Moe Dee


Stop biting, chewing, swallowing


Who in the hell told you that you could do what you were doing


Raise up son, I need jock relief


Here's a toothpick, now get my jock out your teeth


You swallow it, yea, finish, burp


Now let a real man go to work


'Cause I'm a whip you like your daddy, beat ya like a baby


Sick ya like a dog, dropping lyrics wit rabies


Cut ya like a knife 'cause you're nuthin but hype


You slice and dice and ice twice for life


I'm a treat ya like a hooker punk, change your clothes


Put you on the streets wit ya jingling hoes


Keep talking about me and I'll keep pimping


Just bring me that money and take this last whipping


How can one man be so dumb


You're trying to come off and don't know how to come


You're young and dumb and quick at the tongue


You high strung bum come and get done


I'll do you wit a death blow





(Chorus)


Kill 'em kill 'em


I'll hit ya wit a death blow





My lyrical beatdown will leave ya in a coma


'Cause you can't hang without a high school diploma


Your brain of fatigue, you're out of your league


You're running out of gas and you're tank is on E


Somebody buy him a heart 'cause he's petro


Take you're whipping like a man brother let go


No apologies, tears of violence


Get your black suits 'cause I ain't smiling


I'm shooting the gift of gab, brother you're ripped in half


Soon as the mic is past, you won't live to laugh


If there's laughter, I'll get the last one


You loafed on the lyrics and you caught a bad one


So who's got no style, look at your profile


You can't dance, can't dress and you're so foul


Still wearing played out 4 finger rings


Played out fat gold chains and things


You changed your look now change your gameplan


Trying to dress but you still wear name brand


Brother, you look crazy weak


And it gets worse when we hear you speak


So you ain't got a chance in hell


You'll be known as the late LL


The man who lost one, one too often


Came wit a soft one and went to his coffin


A close casket they won't show ya


When I finish, you're mama won't know ya


'Cause I'm a rip you limb from limb


You tombstone read he had no win


So RIP, Rest in peace, rip 'em


D.I.D., dead indeed, did 'em


A H-I-T, hitman, so whatcha hit 'em wit


A rhyme silencer, I hit 'em wit a death blow





Chorus





If mama said knock me out, come do it


You can't win and that (record scratch) knew it


I'm a send you home in a body bag


Wit the mic in your throat and a jock for a gag


You're out of here, over, finished, all in


And Marly marl can't save you from fallin


'Cause as soon as you came back what did you do


To the break of dawn, another dumb move


You can't go hard, you're just so-so Todd


I'm that type of guy, oh my God


It's gets no rougher comes no weaker


marly hooked the beats so now you need a


Writer to bring you back from hell


Because I'm a rock up L


Low life loser, life like luna


Lafidasical, lispless luna


Tic liver lifeless, living likeness


Lusting longing lyrics like this


Little league, lard larsonist liar


Label ledger, left the leper liar


Bull, lull, lateral learning


Laps language latent lurking


Language, language, local logo


Light laboring, limited local


Now LL's a laughing stock


'Cause I bit that ass to the last stop


I watched you fall like Hitler fell


And now you're down to a broken L


You're records ain't hot and you're shows don't sell


Yo, tell 'em how you fell L, hard as hell


You came back and you thought you had me


But think about it, whos' your daddy





Kill 'em... Big daddy, I don't want none...


I did 'em wit a death blow


To the break of dawn


To the, to the, to the, get him out of here





(Kool Moe Dee Talks)










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