KazeLoon - Fatal Intentions(2001) lyrics

Fatal Intentions(2001)By Kamikaze Loon V1. They label me fatal calculating my every step one wrong move now you thru now may your soul be at rest my intent is to get bent represent for the set cuz I'm a vet leaving n***as wet when I blast with the fuccin Tec it's obvious we the best I expect nothing less don't try to test cuz n***a I chin checc & break neccs I must confess I'm obsessed with darkness & s** if you blessed with evilness money ain't the key to success but never the less I'm on a quest to manifest I'm fitted in blacc trench vest & mac tecs I took the pledge then I bled red on the goathead and shed my innocence I'm possessed Chorus: I'm dumping with Tecs that spit hollow tips up in the clip I don't give a sh** watch the guts rip and the blood drip unload the clip reload it keep busting till I empty it unload the clip reload it keep busting till I empty it unload the clip reload it keep busting till I empty it V2. Leaving a trail of dead bodies they call me Kamikaze I leave the scene cloudy when I am popping with the chopper dumping with hollow tip heart stoppers slugs open up chest pieces like a surgical doctor sniping n***as like Malvo Mohammed The Prophet my Ebonics are laced with Chronic I'm a True Blue Hog just like Sonic my bullets are traveling faster then super sonic hit ya with the boom like sonic with more heat then the Hawaian Tropics transform every full moon take my place in front of my troops my pacc of wolves n***a we marching to the sounds of doom on a mission to destroy mankind and everything that stands in our way fatal intentions is on our mind you bestah pray when you see my face Chorus V3. This murder sh** has becoming a habit dodging in and out of traffic letting n***as fuccin have it paccing full metal jaccets extended clips up in the Mac Ten out 4 action like Jackson when it comes to blasting Ima cannon fein 4 cabbage like a rabbit when I'm on the 211 spree jaccin I'm the Black Widow in the Aracnaphobia Attic Ima Lunacydal Savage tossing dead bodies in the dumpster trashcan hex the world with my Black Magic strapped with fully auto gadgets Chorus Bonus Verse: You muthafuccas is fuccin with real k**ers quicc on the trigga serving slugs you might as well call me a slug dealer a bad a** n***a steady mobbin with mob figures and my intentions is to get with ya & hit ya with the muthafuccin madness lace the world with my Black Magic strapped with fully loaded automatics they chasing the Dragon but they moving in slow mo fucc the po po's heated with the twin double 4's ain't no n***a bad as me graduated from the k**as Academy gradually wipe them out as fatal casualities diggin a ditch a pit for a snake b**h and a tricc it seems all these quicc toungues is plotting on me n***as don't locc on my blocc we got K's and gloccz constantly on the run from the cops living do or die will never stop running off at the mouth n***as will be quicc to bury ya I'm from the L.A Area where adversaries get burried rest in piss in the cemetary no love from the slums so I have no choice but to ride for the murder one Red Rum