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Doomsday Lyrics
Dirty Weaponry

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> Doomsday Lyrics by Beretta 9, Killarmy, P.R. Terrorist, Warcloud

Title:

Doomsday Lyrics

Artists:

Beretta 9, Killarmy, P.R. Terrorist, Warcloud

Album:

Dirty Weaponry
by Killarmy

Added By:

Mental Stamina
added on August 17, 2004

HipHop Lyrics:

[Intro: Warcloud]
Killarmy, Killarmy
Iron clad soldiers
On our ways to the battlefield
Killarmy, Killarmy

[Chorus 2X: Warcloud]
This is doomsday, for MCs with hollow skills
Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills
And fake ass rides that they dont even drive
Hip-hop's war and only strong MCs will survive

[Warcloud]
Half dead platoon leader, but woken by enemy heaters
Juggernot, on the block, blast shots at all retreaters
Wise teacher to the utmost, Unified, fuck ghosts,
Conquered galaxies, leading a band of ruthless cut throats
Brains explode, bloody splatters on the road
My thoughts unfold and strip away the nutrients of your soul
Heart's cold, blast shots through your nosehole
I'm hostile, the slugs ricochet through your nostril, strike your tonsils
Black kid, creep between walls like an arachnid
Smash hits that open you like bullets wit glass tips
Killgrave, the black sea serpent who swallow ships
My fists become glocks and my knuckles hollow tips
Part the dirt, and raise dead soldiers wit a curse
Bury thieves wit no headstones so they give back to the earth
Still shinin, I'm the sun, wars increase by the ton
Hands metamorph into axes, fuck guns, chop out your lungs
Yo, yo

Chorus 2X

[Beretta 9]
Yo, yo, yo
We may bomb this, but seem harmless, check the calmess
My palm hits like a closed fist, break ya jaw wit this
You crab ass, try to think fast you besta slow down
All six got trey pounds, its thirty six rounds
The pristeen, unheard, unseen, the A team
Murder being provoked face the red beam
Street hot, excite bike so open my smoke screen
Sped fast, five hundred crabs have fled the crime scene
Out of state, switch the plates, canibal run dunn
Sped fast, rub on the gas, here come the blast
On their ninja bike, Kawasaki tights a two key prototype
Shit was lookin' hype, then I made a right
Hit the brake, threw a head fake, blast the clutch, I'm out of state
Full speed ahead, never look back, always escape

Chorus 2X

[P.R. Terrorist]
Layin in the dark war trench
Covered in mud strong corpse stench
Monkey wrench, adjusting my mic, fatigues drenched
From soldiers' insides, scriptures hidden up in my archives
Dodge and throw knives hand to hand combat takin lives
Many lost, many tooken wit force
Some linger wit the disease
Bomb infection known as the bee stinger
Its doomsday you rap singers
Mockingbirds mocking my words
This shit is war up in the terrorist arena

Chorus 2X

[Outro: Warcloud]
This is Doomsday