The Day of the Dead Has Began
Kick Rocks
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Kill you in some flip flops
Kill you like all the ops
No i ain't gunna stop
Kick Rocks
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Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kill you in some flip flops
Kill you like all the ops
No i ain't gunna stop
Kick Rocks
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First things first we gunna check the temperature
Then we send the messenger
I Ain't your average regular
I'm a motherfucking prisoner
You are the listener
Better start writing that will
Cause I came to kill
This finna be a thrill
No this ain't no drill
I'm gunna be your worst nightmare
Start Saying a prayer
Start being aware
You'll here saying "wooo" like i'm ric flair
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kill you in some flip flops
Kill you like all the ops
No i ain't gunna stop
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kill you in some flip flops
Kill you like all the ops
No i ain't gunna stop
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
We gunna slow down
Now you got a frown
I want to take this slow and give you a beat down
This town finna be no more but a noun
Now it's time for the harvest
Im the smartest
Im an artist
Kill you with my golden chainsaw
Turn you to dead meat
Then hop in the booth to cook some heat
Make it sweet
Then put your remains in the concrete
Put your remains in the concrete
Put your remains in the concrete
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kill you in some flip flops
Kill you like all the ops
No i ain't gunna stop
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kill you in some flip flops
Kill you like all the ops
No i ain't gunna stop
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
First things first we gunna check the temperature
Then we send the messenger
I Ain't your average regular
I'm a motherfucking prisoner
You are the listener
Better start writing that will
Cause I came to kill
This finna be a thrill
No this ain't no drill
I'm gunna be your worst nightmare
Start Saying a prayer
Start being aware
You'll here saying "wooo" like i'm ric flair
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kill you in some flip flops
Kill you like all the ops
No i ain't gunna stop
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
Kill you in some flip flops
Kill you like all the ops
No i ain't gunna stop
Kick Rocks
Kick Rocks
We gunna slow down
Now you got a frown
I want to take this slow and give you a beat down
This town finna be no more but a noun
Now it's time for the harvest
Im the smartest
Im an artist
Kill you with my golden chainsaw
Turn you to dead meat
Then hop in the booth to cook some heat
Make it sweet
Then put your remains in the concrete
Put your remains in the concrete
Put your remains in the concrete
Credits
Writer(s): Phantom B
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