Death Blow Lyrics - Singles - Kool Moe Dee

To the break of dawn 

To the to the to the 

Times up punk 

Yeah yeah 

Time to settle the score 

To the break of dawn another dumb move 

Ha ha ha, this time it's over boy 

This is me and you head to head let's go 

Here we go beat down round 2 

Heads up punk 'cause it all comes down to 

Me and you face to face head to head 

Mic to mic I like the weak shit you said 

To the break of dawn-- beats: nitro 

Lyrics: weak 

say goodnight 'cho 

Star Trek shades, man cut the joke 

Let's get serious and go for broke 

You still got a lock on my jock like a pit bull victim 

before you pull it off you thought Mr. Pitiful 

Here's some mouthwash, G 

Your breath smells like my jockstrap 

C-A-U-S-E, you're ridin' me, T-O-D-D, junior Moe Dee 

Stop biting, chewing, swallowing 

Who in the hell told you that you could do what you were doing 

Raise up son, I need jock relief 

Here's a toothpick, now get my jock out your teeth 

You swallow it, yea, finish, burp 

Now let a real man go to work 

'Cause I'm a whip you like your daddy, beat ya like a baby 

Sick ya like a dog, dropping lyrics wit rabies 

Cut ya like a knife 'cause you're nuthin' but hype 

You're sliced and diced and iced twice for life 

I'm a treat ya like a hooker punk, change your clothes 

Put you on the streets wit your "Jingle it " hoes 

Keep talking about me and I'll keep pimping 

Just bring me that money and take this last whipping 

How can one man be so dumb 

You're trying to come off and don't know how to come 

You're young and dumb and quick of the tongue 

high strung bum 

come and get done 

I'll do you wit a death blow 

Kill 'em, kill 'em 

I'll hit ya wit a death blow 

My lyrical beat down will leave ya in a coma 

'Cause you can't hang without a high school diploma 

Your brain is fatigued, you're out of your league 

You're running out of gas and you're tank is on "E" 

Somebody buy him a heart 'cause he's petro 

Take you're whipping like a man brother let go 

No apologies, tears or violins 

Get your black suits 'cause I ain't smiling 

I'm shooting the gift of gab, brother you're ripped in half 

Soon as the mic is past, you won't live to laugh 

If there's laughter, I'll get the last one 

You loafed on the lyrics and you caught a bad one 

So who's got no style, look at your profile 

You can't dance, can't dress and you're so foul 

Still wearing played out 4-finger rings 

Played out fat gold chains and things 

You changed your look now change your game plan 

Trying to dress but you still wear name brand 

Brother, you look crazy weak 

And it gets worse when we hear you speak 

So you ain't got a chance in hell 

You'll be known as the late LL 

The man who lost one, one too often 

Came wit a soft one and went to his coffin 

A close casket they won't show ya 

When I finish, you're mama won't know ya 

'Cause I'm a rip you limb from limb 

You tombstone'll read he had no win 

So RIP, Rest in peace, rip 'em 

D.I.D., dead indeed, did 'em 

H I T, hitman, so whatcha hit 'em wit 

A rhyme silencer, I hit 'em wit a death blow 

Kill 'em, kill 'em 

I'll hit ya wit a death blow 

If mama said knock me out, come do it 

You can't win and that [unverified] knew it 

I'm a send you home in a body bag 

With a mic in your throat and a jock for a gag 

You're out of here, over, finished, all in 

And Marly Marl can't save you from fallin' 

'Cause as soon as you came back what did you do 

To the break of dawn, another dumb move 

You can't go hard, you're just so so Todd 

"I'm that type of guy?", oh my God 

It's gets no rougher comes no weaker 

Marly hooked the beats so now you need a 

Writer to bring you back from hell 

Because I'm a rock up L 

Low life loser, lifelike loon 

A lackadaisical, listless lunatic 

lives lifeless, living likeness 

Lusting longing lyrics like this 

Little league, lard larcenist liar 

Label ledger, left the leper liable, lull, lateral learning 

Lax, languid, latent lurking 

Language, language, local logo 

Light laboring, limited locol 

Now LL's a laughing stock 

'Cause I bit that ass to the last stop 

I watched you fall like Hitler fell 

And now you're down to a broken L 

You're records ain't hot and you're shows don't sell 

Yo, tell 'em how you fell L, hard as hell 

You came back and you thought you had me 

But think about it, 

who's your daddy 

Kill 'em Big daddy, I don't want none 

I did 'em wit a death blow 

To the break of dawn 

To the, to the, to the, get him out of here 

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