Kill Em All Lyrics - Singles - Icebox Cnlsu

[Intro: Icebox CNLSU] 

Yea Itz B.O, Itz Icebox CNLSU Get High 

We about to Kill Em All 

Kill Em All (3x) 

[Verse 1: Icebox CNLSU] 

Now lemme hit it straight on yall, clearer minds gotta follow. 

Back in the hood i had more nigguhs, circumstances made me solo. 

No disrespect but Im as sick as it gets. B.O Nigguh don't do no regrets. 

Drop lines like thunderstorm, make a move and make them forget their legs. 

Ice on the hardwork so like sweat I'm going all out. 

I got styles more like rain, I got ways to fall out. 

No restrictions so I do my thing, cannot convince me to walk out. 

Do not go in circles but i balls out. 

B.O bomaye, their hearts i be drilling. 

Altogether their arteries and ventricles I be milling uhh 

Im disconjoining them, Adolf Hietlering them. 

Blowing their minds like i keep planting grenades in them. 

I do this for my dead homies who didn't get more time to know me. 

Well enough that B.O Nigguh got dream, gon shine and make history. 

Galaxy reaching fo sho'. Nigguhs shoulder leaning acting the Dro. 

CNLSU Im riding my nigguhs and they also holding the pole. 

We killing nigguhs and bagging the fact. 

Talking shit is a less on a pack. 

Mess with me I got hands on a mac. 

We piercing you with all bulls on alert. 

Murder Bizness (Yes), Kill them nigguhs (Yes) 

Capital I Capital C Capital E, B.O.X 

Gunner Haaah 

Itz B.O Kill Em All 

[Verse 2: E.D.N.A] 

Bang! E.D. me i shot em twice. 

In my hood we make money throwing all these dice. 

Im the scar on your face u can never hide. 

No surgeries can eradicate it that's a lie. 

That's the fire in me u can never quench alright. 

Baby said he like the way i keep him cumming all night. 

And he like the way i keep gangsta when i write. 

So i take his heart out and i cut em with a knife. 

This the life that we strife to survive. 

I stay fly like some flight passing through smoking on that pipe. 

I got the skills i got the flow u can never know me. 

Im so priceless tell me how u finna own me. 

Chilling with my homies going crazy like we zombies. 

Im killing all these girls mane u better call the police. 

My resume is full of felonies but my verses stay holy cant u see the ghost in me ya!! 

[Verse3: Styk] 

Oooh 

The mad villain who jammed the scene 

Vented my spleen and damaged your favourite rappers' self esteem 

That lil nigga mean 

So forget about the metaphor when I say I dey look sharp pass a guillotine 

I pin 'em down with my witty blows 

I kill 'em cold 

Burry them with punchlines deeper than a skinny ho's... 

oooh 

Boy I go nasty with the flow 

Ma shit tacky and you know 

I'm too sick and I am the bomb boy I'm full blown 

Now watch me justify the canny 

I overrap your best rapper, I turn him to a mummy 

Tunez and CNLSU we prove them others dummy 

Styk Mulla Babe them other boys funny 

[Verse 4: Red Mic] 

Beads up on my wrist 

Them beads up in my ears 

Killing these verses mane they be haunting me for years 

And i go berzerk 

Vacate leave this earth 

I dont even deserve 

Im on that rebirth yea mane 

I kill the devil yea i kill his angels 

If the door wont open i'll walk thru it like Chris angel 

I create my own ways and i create my own path 

Check my moments men, hey you cant follow back like 

Pratatatata i kill a motherfucker 

I go hard men hard as a motherfucker 

You think you a big bad wolf then im a monster 

Red be riding these hoods im that monster 

[Verse 5: Kofi Jamar] 

Welcome to the diaries of a sun God, take a peep in the book of the dead 

Picture the wooden horses and Achilles in Troy marching with the group on a quest 

Picture the martian up against a spartan 

The red looks up on the earth 

Figure what go happen u sparring with a knife and i come through blazing with the shower of the lead 

This ain't a rap and this ain't a war song either 

Flow no y3 Nas Im spitting ether 

Murder he wrote and i'll be writing lethal 

This ain't love no Seeta and Geeta 

Felion heavy on ma wrist the scenes as it be on tele 

The chainsaw massacre i dey blue back like i'm john terry 

Get your head up in the hearse like it be dead body wey u wan carry 

Blast for every joint i dey and still no bomb any 

Kill em all, twisted like Oliver ask for more 

And y'all stay wrestling wei y3 raw 

Give me the chance and acid rain go fall 

And y'all gon die.