's get her while we can Like a loaded gun She's gotta getcha, getcha Loaded gun, shoot, shoot, shoot Loaded gun, fire, loaded gun, loaded gun She's like a loaded gun
Tulkojums: Slaughter. Loaded Gun.
, Royce I ain't calling names 'cause all of y'all the same, plus I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up All these plains, all these lames since the Slaughter
5'9?] I ain't calling names cause all of y'all the same, plus I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter
drill and still then kill You couldn't stop the pain with Benadryl Too many claim unnamed for fame Or be soft as baby tissue with no gun to aim I take
tonight 'cause yo this maniac is out there I'm hangin' like a possum, murder tricks I got some Spot them, look, come around to the bottom And slaughter
Cause yo this maniac is, out there I'm hanging like a possum Murder tricks, I got some Spot them Look come around to the bottom And slaughter them
me I pop pistols Gun up on me it's all official I'm chewin bone grissels Your family gonna miss you Do away done with you You should of had a gun
Now I know you dumb, where I know you from I ain't got it right now but I owe you one In your head, one shot from a loaded gun Don't get extorted, I
skoes, them crack, and'em hurt in tha dirt, now I'm runnin it back We are Mo thug, we are Mo Thug Mighty mighty warriors, mighty mighty warriors Guages loaded, guages loaded
by Running Wild Reach for the riffle - go for the gun Saddle the beast huge load to heave Unstoppa bullrace now begun Cry for the slaughter who would
less, you approachin' near death My hollow tips, rip into your vest politic, with the fearless The devil himself, a rebel in himself trapped in America Assassinate your character, slaughter
cops I'm tell them bring some extra tape and plenty sheets Right they ass Chevy drove by bout' seventy shotguns Loaded for your roller Put em' straight
dead, nigga Freaking the funk, I be the ill funk freaker With the diabolical sound coming through your speaker Bulletproof ready for action, no fronting Fully loaded Tec loaded
shoota brain boilin' off the buddah Bring on the dancin' girls with long curls Interlaced with lotus blossoms of pink purple and pearl Enjoy your feast of drink and slaughtered
and fuckin' load and let that motherfucker loose (Blow) I know this nigga who got punked out after every class He was a bitch in school and now he tote a gun
I body-body bruise I break the fuckin law and I ain't playin with you fools You gotta attitude, now watch me use my tool I lock and fuckin load and let
gun handles and chamber grease And souped-up hydroplanes. The bullets burn from tv silver, bearin' great cowboys' names. Now with 14 inches of gun barrel
