Heavy Metal Kings, D.V. Alias Khryst - If He Dies, He Dies lyrics
[Heavy Metal Kings, D.V. Alias Khryst - If He Dies, He Dies lyrics]
It’s DV Alias Khryst vinnie P
Ill Bill, Come on
Brooklyn to Philly with a trunk of Uzis
Get your grandma sliced and your
Broccoli robbed like Uncle Oogies?
Uncle Howie loves sluts and groupies
I’m harder to get like snuff movies
Plus chop off ya head ‘fore you tuck jewelry
Me and my shooters skid shootin’
Kids for dookie Gucci links
Only built for Cuban big booty bitches
And princesses to Prince's estate
Celebrate and sniff an eighth
Decorate your bitches face
Demonstrate the pistol spray
Blast a Glock like astronauts do
A rip in space cash is God upon a magic
Wand wrapped in twisted snakes
This beat remind me of a RZA tape
Thanks for the slap, Ap
And remind me of a prison break
Trap gladiator
My favorite gat is attached to a tank
And look like a black radiator
Dust turn up a sherminator
With a tucked burner leave you wavy in the
Gravy like stuffed derma
It’s about to go down
So get ready for the showdown
This is lyrical warfare
And I’ll welcome all one in here
I walk around with a big four pound on me
You can get it how you want
It next round’s on me
I’m the king of Israel put a crown on me
This dummy gas tank full but it sound on E
I had a hard time separating
Wheat from the chaff
Like separating meat from the calf
Listen, like separating heat from the ash
Like separating me from the past
Didn't last
This pussy here worm, so I’m baitin’ the fish
But Imma give him what he earned
Like he makin’ a wish
And the gun’s gonna splash like
He takin' a dip
You know that Vinnie always packin’
Like he takin’ a trip
I’m a complex molecule, a licensed killer
And I’ll shoot three at you
Like I’m Michael Miller
Me and Billy hard body but these gods is lies
And my logic like Drago - if he dies, he dies
Ill Bill, Come on
Brooklyn to Philly with a trunk of Uzis
Get your grandma sliced and your
Broccoli robbed like Uncle Oogies?
Uncle Howie loves sluts and groupies
I’m harder to get like snuff movies
Plus chop off ya head ‘fore you tuck jewelry
Me and my shooters skid shootin’
Kids for dookie Gucci links
Only built for Cuban big booty bitches
And princesses to Prince's estate
Celebrate and sniff an eighth
Decorate your bitches face
Demonstrate the pistol spray
Blast a Glock like astronauts do
A rip in space cash is God upon a magic
Wand wrapped in twisted snakes
This beat remind me of a RZA tape
Thanks for the slap, Ap
And remind me of a prison break
Trap gladiator
My favorite gat is attached to a tank
And look like a black radiator
Dust turn up a sherminator
With a tucked burner leave you wavy in the
Gravy like stuffed derma
It’s about to go down
So get ready for the showdown
This is lyrical warfare
And I’ll welcome all one in here
I walk around with a big four pound on me
You can get it how you want
It next round’s on me
I’m the king of Israel put a crown on me
This dummy gas tank full but it sound on E
I had a hard time separating
Wheat from the chaff
Like separating meat from the calf
Listen, like separating heat from the ash
Like separating me from the past
Didn't last
This pussy here worm, so I’m baitin’ the fish
But Imma give him what he earned
Like he makin’ a wish
And the gun’s gonna splash like
He takin' a dip
You know that Vinnie always packin’
Like he takin’ a trip
I’m a complex molecule, a licensed killer
And I’ll shoot three at you
Like I’m Michael Miller
Me and Billy hard body but these gods is lies
And my logic like Drago - if he dies, he dies