Going for the Kill (Toji) ft. enpii Lyrics

Going for the Kill (Toji) ft. enpii - Rustage

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Give me that cash, give me that money

Back from the dead and I'm still stackin' bodies

Give me that bag, give me that funding

Got no chill, taste that thrill 'cause I'm going for the kill, yeah

Yeah, hit 'em with the links when I'm breaking these chains

Put 'em at the brink, what a fatal mistake

Pull up, man gon' pull up 'cause I'm

Going for the kill, yeah

Iron out the kinks, and I'm taking their names

Moving outta sync, they ain't playing our games

Got no chill, taste that thrill 'cause I'm going for the kill, yeah (ay, yuh)

I'm not a movement, I'm merely a man

Mеssing with mutant, that fear what I am

Mind the intrusion, I'm clearing a path

'Causе the gun will go off without hearing a bang

You need a serious plan

They got nothing to say, with a spear in my hand

I gon' cut to the chase when I'm piercing the damn

Let the flood wash away all the blood and decay that I smeared on my land

Bad wolf and they lost sheep

Watching how I drop three, I can't be controlled like a hotkey

Man's so strong, but he not me

Red from his neck, and then next to his chest if he cross me

Lay him to a field with the poppies

I ain't gonna deal with a proxies

Stifle how you feel, can't ignore what the job be

Watching what I wield drawing more like it pot greed, prick getting stored like a codpiece

Fluid and nimble

Chop sticks up like a funeral symbol

Moan with the mode, so that's two in the middle

And I'm steady with my hand like I move with a Gimbal

Mans so stupid simple

I gon' check off the cheque, and I do it official

When you gamble with death, you're just choosing the pistols

Six to your head, and your view is abysmal

'Cause I be born without luck, but I'm lucky I'm born

Man acting tough, but I cut to the core

Pay for the silence, but money can't talk

When you're blessed with a curse it's a double-edged sword

I leave a sorcerer's blood on the floor

Down with the flow, but I trusted the source

Silently judged like a mother in law

My appetites gone, but I'm hungry for more

Yeah, hit 'em with the links when I'm breaking these chains

Put 'em at the brink, what a fatal mistake

Pull up, man gon' pull up 'cause I'm

Going for the kill, yeah

Iron out the kinks, and I'm taking their names

Moving outta sync, they ain't playing our games

Got no chill, taste that thrill 'cause I'm

Going for the kill, yeah (ay, yuh)

Talk about masters and strings, they affecting your nerves like a marionette

People are bargaining chips, every second on Earth is a gamble with death

Call it a cardinal sin, but a method that works can't be bad for success

Now that the class is dismissed, I'll be tearing the words from my family crest

Look at how the plan on folding, man is rolling

Pulling out a weapon like a bag of holding

Everytime they pop-pop, I be wreck a molting

That's another job done, I'm so damn revolting

Lack control and I do it again

And again and again and again

Rapping gold, look, man, I'm a ten

Outta ten outta ten outta ten

When he blue red, make a dude so purple

Every box green like I'm smooth with wordles

They gon' square up, but I move in circles

Hurtful, put that on my new commercial

Outside blow, but the wound internal

Cut him to bits full of bitterness

I'm gon' Shredder my foes like a Mutant Turtle

I put a limit on limitless

Give me that cash, give me that money

Back from the dead and I'm still stackin' bodies

Give me that bag, give me that funding

Got no chill, taste that thrill 'cause I'm going for the kill, yeah

Yeah, hit 'em with the links when I'm breaking these chains

Put 'em at the brink, what a fatal mistake

Pull up, man gon' pull up 'cause I'm

Going for the kill, yeah

Iron out the kinks, and I'm taking their names

Moving outta sync, they ain't playing our games

Got no chill, taste that thrill 'cause I'm

Going for the kill, yeah (ay, yuh)

Yeah, hit 'em with the links when I'm breaking these chains

Put 'em at the brink, what a fatal mistake

Pull up, man gon' pull up 'cause I'm

Going for the kill, yeah

Yeah, iron out the kinks, and I'm taking their names

Moving outta sync, they ain't playing our games

Got no chill, taste that thrill 'cause I'm

Going for the kill, yeah