IRAQI MAFIA lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
I-I-I-I-I-I-Iraqi organized crime
You're in my house, so I can legally kill you!

[Verse 1]
AC-130 in the sky
I can get you lobotomized
MP7 on my right
I can take down the whole flight
I got poison on my knife
I got hollows in my .9
If I see you, it's on sight
If I see you, you gon' f*ckin' die
Take that bullet and shoot it in your kneecap
We gon' hit your head, we don't miss that
Got the pistol in my pocket, .45 ACP
Motherf*ckin' .44 might be what you need
I just feel the f*ckin' need, uh
Wanna see you bleed
Got the knife inside my sleeve
Play it like a guitar
Use your vocal chords like a sitar
If you ain't in f*ckin' NECRO', you're a f*ckin' retard
Gotta check the mag'
In the back of Saudi
Al Assar, Al Akbar
In the f*ckin' lobby
Gotta check the mag'
In the back of Saudi
Al Assar, Al Akbar
In the f*ckin' lobby
[Outro]
Iraq-A-Holics, hahaha

[Part II]

[Intro]
Let's do this

[Verse 2]
With my f*ckin' sniper, I'm a fightеr
Hazmat suit walkin' in the middle of the firе
I'ma blow her up into pieces
You can't even find her
I can blow up your city
As a reminder
Take control of the rocket
It's f*ckin' guided
You are gonna die, I've already decided
Take my gun and shoot it twice
And you are f*ckin' lifeless
I'ma track you down and kill you
I can be your nightmare
Killer in my DNA
Wanna see you face-to-face
Got more drugs than a rave
I'ma kill you in a raid
Ain't nobody movin' 'til I say so (Please don’t f*ckin’ move!)
Go-go-got a nuke bigger than CaseOh (What?)
[Bridge]
Please, don't take my guns away, uh
Please, don't take it
Please, don't take my guns away, uh
Please, don't take it
Please, don't take my guns away, uh
Please, don't take it
Please, don't take my guns away, uh
Please, don't take it
Please, don't take my guns away, uh
Please, don't take it

[Outro]
HXLX wins, flawless victory!
Iraq-A-Holics

[Part III]

[Intro]
Islamic states, special forces

[Verse 3]
I just killed someone as usual
If you f*ck with me, doesn't mean that it's mutual (Sorry)
Rip your f*ckin' face off, I won't let you enjoy your f*ckin' future
Hop out the van with the tooly, I'ma f*ckin' shoot you, b*tch
And don't ever pull a gun on me
Motherf*cker, I'ma shoot you, I'ma make you f*ckin' bleed, uh
[Bridge]
Three, four, the guns I got
One, two, they be sendin' shots
Five, six, I'll make your rot
Eight, nine, I’ll get you popped
Three, four, the guns I got
One, two, they be sendin' shots
Five, six, I'll make your rot
Eight, nine, I'll get you popped

[Verse 4]
Eat the f*ckin' bullets, I'ma shoot you in the stomach
Grab my .50 CAL if you got a f*ckin' problem
Motherf*cker, I can pull up if you tryna solve 'em
I'm a f*ckin' juggernaut, you might need some cover