Lyrics:

Bitch I, ran off with your pack (Okay)
Lay you down on the ground if you try to get it back
Ran off with your soul (Wassup)
Corpses rot slow when they in the cold
Young Zilla resurrect from the crypts, huh (Uh huh)
Gun stock, buckshot, chip chip, huh
Wardogs, I ain't ever been a bitch, huh
10 shots to his leg, make him trip, huh
Four doors, 44s, let ‘em all off
Kalashnikov, watch lips fall off
Four doors, 44s, let ‘em all off
Kalashnikov, watch lips fall off

Pussy beaner shit (Aye), pussy beaner shit (Aye)
Pussy beaner shit (Aye), pussy beaner shit (Yeah)
Aye, yeah, aye, yeah
Murder your bitch, put my dick in her throat
Hittin' your [?] mean I'm [?]
Bitch I'm sicker than bitches that wanna be sick
Bitch I murder your bitch and my dick in her throat
Bitch I'm losing my dick and I'm loosening the choke
Cut on my soul when I cut on my wrist
Look at my wrist, look at my soul, look at this bitch, she just keep to herself
Bitch, I wanna be dead, bitch, I wanna be laid
Bitch, I wanna be laid, bitch, I wanna be dead
Bitch I murder your bitch and my dick in her throat, aye
Murder your bitch and my dick in her throat
Murder your bitch and my dick in her throat
Murder your bitch and my dick in her throat, aye, aye, what, bitch

Four doors, 44s, let ‘em all off
Kalashnikov, watch lips fall off
Four doors, 44s, let ‘em all off
Kalashnikov, watch lips fall off


Zillakami - Murder (Unreleased & Remastered to Perfection) - (prod: N1VK & Influential808s)

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