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Killing Technology (feat. Lord Goat)

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Alright, the Pentagon confirming today that ISIS fighters have successfully used drones

rigged with explosives to kill two Kurdish soldiers in Iraq.

If that's not alarming enough, military officials say ISIS fighters are using very simplistic

drones, like the ones that can be purchased easily on the internet.

Yo!

Floating your home with a exploding drone, blow up the door with a exploding phone.

Floating your home with a exploding drone, blow up the door with a exploding phone.

Floating your home with a exploding drone, blow up the door with a exploding phone.

Floating your home with a exploding drone, blow up the door with a exploding phone.

Medical students, ex -cons, since the V .A .D .U .I .N .s, we never waste aprons here only for head shootings.

Tex Watson, 80 shots till the head's droopin', make your skull a -roopin', exlude your neck, Susan.

Train your plasma like pool filters, a true mitzvah.

Suzuki sidekick, gettin' throw from true shixers.

Some Gucci frames like Dayna Dane and I make it rain.

Extended clips, I promise you I hit a major vein.

Tough sweaters, guard reckless and drug getters.

Carve your cerebellum filler with chopped meat like stuffed peppers.

Cinder blocks, sit with scimitars from a killer's car.

Got the Lamar Odom bagged up in the winter bars.

We sell Satan, carry the same pain as Larry David, same gimmick as Larry David.

Imagine the hatred, the relation that showcases when I splatter your faces.

Incinerators in the projects, it's more than salt in the basements.

Floating your home with a exploding drone, blow up the door with a exploding phone.

Floating your home with a exploding drone, blow up the door with a exploding phone.

Floating your home with a exploding drone, blow up the door with a exploding phone.

Floating your home with a exploding drone, blow up the door with a exploding phone.

I ain't got the patience, B. I deal with you another time.

I'm a key of Perico, you smaller than a fuckin' dime.

Think any different, you must be out your motherfuckin' mind.

I must've punched a bunch of faggot fucks like you a hundred times.

Two -six Remington is made for the precision.

I rap with my head around my dick like I was pissin'.

Poppy like Ibarriento cookin' in the kitchen.

The world is still the same, but I'm just lookin' at it different.

You stupid if you think somebody listenin' here.

I'm like Marcus Peters, locked arms, fist in the air.

Pop his crown, I split it in half like it's a Gosha Vega.

Body bag, duffle him and muscle him like Schwarzenegger.

Your whole squad full of dummies like a strip club.

Mike McCallum, body work, hit him till he piss blood.

Count the number on the beat, six, six, six.

Cause the Black Hills bark and they bite like a pitta.

Floating your home with a exploding drone, blow up the door with a exploding phone.

Floating your home with a exploding drone, blow up the door with a exploding phone.

Floating your home with a exploding drone, blow up the door with a exploding phone.

Floating your home with a exploding drone, blow up the door with a exploding phone.

Yo, you a slave to your smartphone.

Triple -6 like Dark Throne.

Every man, woman, and child should have a barcode.

Rituals of fire describe the charcoal.

By the 85, I'm occupied by squad goals.

Soldiers to spray the heat, it couldn't picture a mess.

In front of the pharaoh, make this wood slither and hiss.

You don't believe in God, but I'm proof that Lucifer exists.

Leave your wife like leather face, spits hooks through her tits.

Outsource talent, not sent for a horseman to clip you.

Grew up at club with projects, only of course it's official.

You lack the minerals and vitamins.

Irons and the niacins.

I exist like Leviathan.

Iron fists and the lion's skin.

Within a violent empire, riot sirens of fire.

Wireless virus in the eye of the liar.

Wearing a straight jacket like Eddie.

Undercover, but peace of mind.

Chain me to a padded wall and punish me for every crime.

Every thought.

Unified in heresy.

Left me blind.

Suicidal tendencies tempt me every time.

Goose is deep like Hebrews.

His rocket spikes like Rob Halford from Judas Priest.

Who's the true and living God and who's the beast?

Floating your home with a exploding drone.

Blow up your door with a exploding phone.

Floating your home with a exploding drone.

Blow up your door with a exploding phone.

Floating your home with a exploding drone.

Blow up your door with a exploding phone.

Floating your home with a exploding drone.

Blow up your door with a exploding phone.