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Song title: Kool Moe Dee - Death Blow

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To the break of dawn
To the, to the, to the
Times up punk
Yea yea time to settle the score
To the break of dawn, another dumb move
Ha, ha, ha this time its over boy
This is me and you, head to head, lets 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
Lets get serious and go for broke
You still got a lock on my jock like a pitbull
Victor before you pull it off you thought mr. pitiful
Heres some mouthwash, g
Your mouth smells like my jockstrap, c-
A-u-s-e, youre rhyme didnt mean
? d-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
Heres a toothpick, now get my jock out your teeth
You swallow it, yea, finish, burp
Now let a real man go to work
cause Im 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 youre nuthin but hype
You slice and dice and ice twice for life
Im a treat ya like a hooker punk, change your clothes
Put you on the streets wit ya jingling hoes
Keep talking about me and Ill keep pimping
Just bring me that money and take this last whipping
How can one man be so dumb
Youre trying to come off and dont know how to come
Youre young and dumb and quick at the tongue
You high strung bum come and get done
Ill do you wit a death blow

(chorus)
Kill em kill em
Ill hit ya wit a death blow

My lyrical beatdown will leave ya in a coma
cause you cant hang without a high school diploma
Your brain of fatigue, youre out of your league
Youre running out of gas and youre tank is on e
Somebody buy him a heart cause hes petro
Take youre whipping like a man brother let go
No apologies, tears of violence
Get your black suits cause I aint smiling
Im shooting the gift of gab, brother youre ripped in half
Soon as the mic is past, you wont live to laugh
If theres laughter, Ill get the last one
You loafed on the lyrics and you caught a bad one
So whos got no style, look at your profile
You cant dance, cant dress and youre so foul
Still wearing played out 4 finger rings
Played out fat gold chains and things
You changed your look now change your gameplan
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 aint got a chance in hell
Youll 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 wont show ya
When I finish, youre mama wont know ya
cause Im a rip you limb from limb
You tombstone read he had no win
So rip, rest in peace, rip em
D.i.d., dead indeed, did em
A h-i-t, hitman, so whatcha hit em wit
A rhyme silencer, I hit em wit a death blow

Chorus

If mama said knock me out, come do it
You cant win and that (record scratch) knew it
Im a send you home in a body bag
Wit the mic in your throat and a jock for a gag
Youre out of here, over, finished, all in
And marly marl cant save you from fallin
cause as soon as you came back what did you do
To the break of dawn, another dumb move
You cant go hard, youre just so-so todd
Im that type of guy, oh my god
Its gets no rougher comes no weaker
Marly hooked the beats so now you need a
Writer to bring you back from hell
Because Im a rock up l
Low life loser, life like luna
Lafidasical, lispless luna
Tic liver lifeless, living likeness
Lusting longing lyrics like this
Little league, lard larsonist liar
Label ledger, left the leper liar
Bull, lull, lateral learning
Laps language latent lurking
Language, language, local logo
Light laboring, limited local
Now lls a laughing stock
cause I bit that ass to the last stop
I watched you fall like hitler fell
And now youre down to a broken l
Youre records aint hot and youre shows dont sell
Yo, tell em how you fell l, hard as hell
You came back and you thought you had me
But think about it, whos your daddy

Kill em... big daddy, I dont 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

(kool moe dee talks)