Dress to Kill - KIllarmy

We are at war with the enemy we can’t see

A brutal conspiracy of assassination

Kidnappings, bombings, hijackings and mass murders

Leave the Girl alone, leave alone!!!

There’s a battle ragin' fueled by desperation, hatred and fear

Now the principal language spoken here is gunfire

It is a world war lead by holy men, madmen and millions of disciples

Willing to die for their cause their strategy is worldwide terrorism

It’s time to go to war niggas

Get the bulletproof vests niggas

Word up

Grab yo' army suits and your fat black boots

Military gear and go out like troops

Yo, yo, yo

All rhymes is mad raw nigga, metaphors pour from my jaws

Lyric sauce, got high with fly sounds bound the floors

It’s war, for all you rap acts with wack comebacks

I back gats and Glock four-fifths, to be exact

Like that kid strikes to yo' knot, one shot

I bang slang to yo' brain get you open off top

On some What What!

nigga, take that and then some

Sin’s dumb when it comes to tracks and phat drums

I yum hum lyrical tunes that boom

Crush consume brains leaving your veins, sporting puncture wounds

And the bock, blazing hot Glock

Grazing ya knot, cock the killshot, it’s millitant bumbaclaats

Ya, wan test nigga, best be on Meths, G

I blast fast and shatter that ass just like Plexiglas

Fool, last tool shiped with dime

Homicide collide with energize thoughts from Park Side

Apartheid split yo' vest from yo' chest

My complex style be wild enough tough like rough sex

Or roughnecks, I dedicate this track to the suspects (yeah!)

The real live niggas ain’t afraid to bust Tecs

Seven soldiers, militant darkness for heavenly niggas in heaven

Strap with the holy mack elevens

We turn to devils and poison your reverends

Razorblade stash is out the bible

Stuck to the church of the madman on a vital

I conquer your armor and the battle of honor, seven man contra

Dead maybe cause for this strategy fight his bomber

My thoughts is elevated,

So speak to some mamas, two places devil plated

I take off the heads of those who worship Adam and Eve

From the garden of Eden, follow the prince of thieves

I aim the God-U at a lyrical burglar

And surprise them from killin' like Cain did the first murder

Grab yo' army suits and your fat black boots

Military gear and go out like troops

Silent Weapons, instruments of combat

Used in quiet wars when I attack

MC’s become P.O.W.'s missing in action

Shogun the Assassin, strikes with rage when I engage

In Street Wars.

with neighborhood drug lords

Legendary weaponry like crossbows

Bows and arrows get aimed at foes

And penetrates trough the skin

But first through your clothes

My platoons uniform is Timbos and camos

Night’s dark you’re being followed

Like dark shadows commandos with empty ammo

We are the men in war, refugees from Jeff County

Army of black knights, sinners 'til the death strikes

Grab yo' army suits and your fat black boots

Military gear and go out like troops

One with the killa and the clan, I came with the scam

A foo-proof plan and death to colored men

Climate using rays from the sun

Dom Pachino, Madman, Assassin tracks with Shogun…