Artist: Killarmy Album: One Shot (Single) Song: One Shot Typed by: Tha Masta [Chorus: Islord, Dom Pachino] One shot, come on Two shots, let's go Three shots to a nigga dome piece Four shots, come on Five shots, let's go Six shots to his motherfucking man on the right One shot, come on Seven shots, let's go Eight shots, nine, ten shots to his man on his left hand side Killarm! Killarm! Come on! [9th Prince] Grenade arsonists, rhyme archeologists Killarm' armed with bombs, creeping, alchemists Black Elvis moving through the urban P.L.O. Style, big head niggaz wrapped in turbins Terror band clan, guns from Pakistans Rubber bands on my hands, war suits and muddy boots Bulletproof parachutes, give the killer orders to all my troops Lock and unload, rap pharmaceutical, the only drug I sold [Beretta 9] My last eight bars got me locked behind bars Nizzle, not one single tattoo or raw scars Rhyme single like Bond, you expendable like pawns It's the return of Killarm', red dawn Militant-type flow, this is what it's gon' be I'ma give it one go, I'ma slay this beat Make the crowd say "ho!", yeah, and I'll be getting it Sho, 9th, Dom P and Is, 4th kicking it [ShoGun Assason] Who that on that that spit that, nasty like vomit on tracks Yeah, we back so bag back and mind ya bee's wax We needs that like fiends need crack And stick-up kids be out and attacks Bubble like Air Max, lyrics give dudes toe tags Married to the music I'm the best she ever had Black bags like Glad, a Hefty six sack I'm gone but I be's where I'm at, I'm off the map [Dom Pachino] You hear the stomp in the beat? Or you're listening to the park when I speak And freak, the ill lyrical technique So chic, my rapid fire blow a hole through ya mink My chisel arm tatted it, this is New York ink A hundred on the wrist, fifty in the air Flowing so crisp, got it ringing in ya ear Yeah, and my army right here Haven't heard us but we ain't go nowhere Universal warfare for the new year We Audi five-thou, had to shift it to a new gear Y'all thought Fear, Love & War was our final frontier But psyche, more warfare right here [Hook: Dom Pachino, Islord] One shot, come on, two shots Eight shots, nine shots, ten shots for his man on the left hand side [Islord] Don't want war, we'll give you war We all go the hearts to step to the front door To ring ya bell, kid, to pass you the shell You want war? We'll give you hell Cuz I be blazing hot like Arabian Mouth stay on fire, son kid like it's Cajan Every world I'll spit I'll burn down niggaz and their cliques Cuz I'm the arsonists slash Thief of Baghdad You fuck around, get ya body dragged to the basement With ya Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head over there For violating my square [Chorus with variations]