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Mercy Songtext

Everybody fin to die by the hands of the dark angel
Adjust snatching our breath ′til it dims up your chest
How much pain can I manifest
When I come to wreck, ripping through your flesh techs?
My killers you'll never see, invisible, invisible are we

Unseen like ghosts, strike like infrared beams, say toast
We smoke the most but never boast the most
Our figures interlace like ropes around throats
Better feel the attack ′cause we cloak in the image of smoke
Leaving motherfuckers broke like a king of jokes, mercy

I know not a feeling, but the thrilling of a killing
Gets my adrenaline rushing
Never stopping, watching niggas dropping
More breaking, blood gushing, I done opened wounds
As I destroy cities with typhoons and monsoons

Your doom has awaited, all your mercy's forsaken, time to die
Gotta kill them all, every nigga fin' to fall when I kill them all
Followin′ up with bombs with stomach punches
Yelling and running, K of dynasty coming


Much to this contender, Guerilla Maab member I be
It′d be an epitome, hoes wanna get rid of me
Fin' to be found dead and deceased
This ain′t no game, ain't a damn thing changed
′Cause I came to bring the pain
Glock ass still fits running on they head
While they play it, I rise up in chains

Hang in here, hang in here, more deadly than anyone's intention
It had to be more casualties
While I′m in more blemishes than fatal inflictions
Slice 'em up like a wolverine, but I use a machete and a guillotine
Wanna stop like Akeim, I'ma goddamn dream
And now mark ass niggas recognise my team

Murderer in me, I love to see you bleed
Murderer in me, I love to see you bleed
Murderer in me, I love to see you bleed
Murderer in me, I love to see you bleed

The murderous feeling is killing your kin
And tripping them niggas up, with a four-five
Hit the ground, wouldn′t do it, and a pot of overly blue
A fast thug fin′ to lose his life, motherfucking nigga from Texas
Steady with the dumb plexers


What a handful, I'm kicking your ass and everybody better ball on
′Cause I fuck around and y'all gone and a nigga like me
Fin′ I'm blessed with a tight 22′s, AK-47, 3-57, Mac 11
Ball and a .25, bulletproof vest and a sharpened shank
Motherfucker, your body gon' stank, I'm flawless

Swinging and leaving them jawless
One of these niggas are about to bleed
Running with the big dog, follow my lead
Developing man in the state with weed
Put him in the streets, I′m a regular competitor
To the niggas that I want to act surely
Everybody wanna live, let the early bird get the worm
Run up with the gunners, stole my bird early

Even though I be hanging with thugs
Giving mean mugs and I do a lot of drugs ′til I pass out
When I smell a dirty rat, I'm up all in my motherfucking face
To who then they motherfucking ass out

When I be stepping and pulling my whip
And I′m ready to go to war with them niggas
That be stepping and pulling their back, they're fucking they grind
It′s going down, load the clip in the gun and I'm making them run
A gorilla nigga evermore, buck and a dime

But who was the nigga that′s talking down
I know he really want me to get an attitude
I'm slapping haters up out the niggas
That think that my trigger won't be giving no automatic beatdown
But that′s what I live for, no mercy

Murderer in me, I love to see you bleed
Murderer in me, I love to see you bleed
Murderer in me, I love to see you bleed
Murderer in me, I love to see you bleed

Walking the land of a wicked world
Looking down upon my enemies in vain
With a mind full of deadly games, and a purp′ you aim
Shooting to kill, putting holes in your frame, feeling no remorse
As deadly force overcomes my thoughts so bare witness
To the relentless vengeance and turning for the victims of wickedness

Hide in the hills, a homicide, 'cause everytime I pull a weapon close
I can hear the sounds of bodies, full of victims to seventeen deadly notes
Did you really believe, that you could blindly deceive a nigga like me?
I was born to murder the world but killers and G′s and evil deeds

It'll be a whole lot of fly bringing
Stop singing, if you run up on me the wrong way
I′ma be forced to pull a AK
Bust your ass in the head when the lead spray
Bottom line, I knock you the fuck out
Twelve gauge in your mouth ain't no time to shine
But you played the victim of a reincarnated man
Get real, they′re showin' no mercy

Murderer in me, I love to see you bleed
Murderer in me, I love to see you bleed
Murderer in me, I love to see you bleed
Murderer in me, I love to see you bleed

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