KOOL MOE DEE - Death Blow lyrics

rate me

To the break of dawn<br>To the, to the, to the<br>Times up punk<br>Yea yea time to settle the score<br>To the break of dawn, another dumb move<br>Ha, ha, ha this time it's over boy<br>This is me and you, head to head, let's go<br><br>Here we go, beat down round 2<br>Heads up punk 'cause it all comes down to<br>Me and you, face to face, head to head<br>Mic to mic, I like the weak shit you said<br>To the break of dawn, beats nitro<br>Lyrics weak, say goodnight 'cho<br>Star trek shades, man cut the joke<br>Let's get serious and go for broke<br>You still got a lock on my jock like a pitbull<br>Victor before you pull it off you thought mr. pitiful<br>Here's some mouthwash, g<br>Your mouth smells like my jockstrap, c-<br>A-u-s-e, you're rhyme didn't mean<br>? d-o-d-d? , junior moe dee<br>Stop biting, chewing, swallowing<br>Who in the hell told you that you could do what you were doing<br>Raise up son, I need jock relief<br>Here's a toothpick, now get my jock out your teeth<br>You swallow it, yea, finish, burp<br>Now let a real man go to work<br>'cause I'm a whip you like your daddy, beat ya like a baby<br>Sick ya like a dog, dropping lyrics wit rabies<br>Cut ya like a knife 'cause you're nuthin but hype<br>You slice and dice and ice twice for life<br>I'm a treat ya like a hooker punk, change your clothes<br>Put you on the streets wit ya jingling hoes<br>Keep talking about me and I'll keep pimping<br>Just bring me that money and take this last whipping<br>How can one man be so dumb<br>You're trying to come off and don't know how to come<br>You're young and dumb and quick at the tongue<br>You high strung bum come and get done<br>I'll do you wit a death blow<br><br>(chorus)<br>Kill 'em kill 'em<br>I'll hit ya wit a death blow<br><br>My lyrical beatdown will leave ya in a coma<br>'cause you can't hang without a high school diploma<br>Your brain of fatigue, you're out of your league<br>You're running out of gas and you're tank is on e<br>Somebody buy him a heart 'cause he's petro<br>Take you're whipping like a man brother let go<br>No apologies, tears of violence<br>Get your black suits 'cause I ain't smiling<br>I'm shooting the gift of gab, brother you're ripped in half<br>Soon as the mic is past, you won't live to laugh<br>If there's laughter, I'll get the last one<br>You loafed on the lyrics and you caught a bad one<br>So who's got no style, look at your profile<br>You can't dance, can't dress and you're so foul<br>Still wearing played out 4 finger rings<br>Played out fat gold chains and things<br>You changed your look now change your gameplan<br>Trying to dress but you still wear name brand<br>Brother, you look crazy weak<br>And it gets worse when we hear you speak<br>So you ain't got a chance in hell<br>You'll be known as the late ll<br>The man who lost one, one too often<br>Came wit a soft one and went to his coffin<br>A close casket they won't show ya<br>When I finish, you're mama won't know ya<br>'cause I'm a rip you limb from limb<br>You tombstone read he had no win<br>So rip, rest in peace, rip 'em<br>D.i.d., dead indeed, did 'em<br>A h-i-t, hitman, so whatcha hit 'em wit<br>A rhyme silencer, I hit 'em wit a death blow<br><br>Chorus<br><br>If mama said knock me out, come do it<br>You can't win and that (record scratch) knew it<br>I'm a send you home in a body bag<br>Wit the mic in your throat and a jock for a gag<br>You're out of here, over, finished, all in<br>And marly marl can't save you from fallin<br>'cause as soon as you came back what did you do<br>To the break of dawn, another dumb move<br>You can't go hard, you're just so-so todd<br>I'm that type of guy, oh my god<br>It's gets no rougher comes no weaker<br>Marly hooked the beats so now you need a<br>Writer to bring you back from hell<br>Because I'm a rock up l<br>Low life loser, life like luna<br>Lafidasical, lispless luna<br>Tic liver lifeless, living likeness<br>Lusting longing lyrics like this<br>Little league, lard larsonist liar<br>Label ledger, left the leper liar<br>Bull, lull, lateral learning<br>Laps language latent lurking<br>Language, language, local logo<br>Light laboring, limited local<br>Now ll's a laughing stock<br>'cause I bit that ass to the last stop<br>I watched you fall like hitler fell<br>And now you're down to a broken l<br>You're records ain't hot and you're shows don't sell<br>Yo, tell 'em how you fell l, hard as hell<br>You came back and you thought you had me<br>But think about it, whos' your daddy<br><br>Kill 'em... big daddy, I don't want none...<br>I did 'em wit a death blow<br>To the break of dawn<br>To the, to the, to the, get him out of here<br><br>(kool moe dee talks)