Dragon Lyrics - Monster - Killer Mike

*heart beats* 

*woman sings in background as the Intro begins* 

(Intro) 

Ryan pump blast shattered glass in the classroom 

Penny tried to hide in a bathroom, 

Homicide scream from the hand held dragon 

Mental flame from the barrel claim 25 angel, mercy 

Long as the black board, splatter with his inside 

Never had a chance to ride his new skateboard 

Billy didn't shake lord, he fell silent 

Died in the pantomime of cold violence 

His killer didn't even blink, he couldn't think 

Even when he heard the sirens kept firing 

Pupils dilated, possessed and perspiring 

He grew up admiring, 30 auts and calicos 

AR-15 and long barreled 44's so on the story goes 

He went out in a blaze of glory 

He went out in a front page story 

He went out in a front page story 

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(Hook)(x2) 

My soul can't rest today 

I can't bring myself to pray 

I get down on my knees 

Cause you will always be six feet under me 

(Verse One) 

Frank, I'm sorry you didn't get to see your cell phone tape, hear yourself 

But to the mother fuckas who took Frank Williams AKA Fast Black, FUCK YOU! (Gunshot) 

Dear God, I've messed up again, I'm sassed up again 

Vodka spilling out my mouth onto my chin 

I've slipped into the darkness of the heartless 

Those barbarians carry savage weapons and they start shit 

They hearts is cold as the artic, these men motivate mobs to lynch 

These monsters are men, who I hang with 

These monsters of then are who I bang with 

Who I bang with, Crips, Bloods, BG, VL we have created our own road to hell 

We train to kill and not to feel, reacting with a mac 

But no matter who I kill I can't bring my nigga back 

My niggaz dead and I can't get my fucking head around it 

We was just smoking blunts of the best chronic 

And now I'm wearing a t-shirt with his picture on it 

Staggering about to vomit, consumed with vengeance 

With my vengeance I'm all consumed, by mid afternoon smoking blunts in my room 

To whom ever this letter may concern 

When bullets strike they burn more than the flesh of the ones hit 

You took my nigga my heart split, its broken, shattered in a million pieces 

Help me Jesus, help me Jesus, just help me Jesus, thug niggaz killers 

They victims was screaming help me Jesus 

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(Hook)(x2) 

My soul can't rest today 

I can't bring myself to pray 

I get down on my knees 

Cause you will always be six feet under me 

*woman sings until end of beat* 

*heart monitor goes flat line*