LYRICS
作曲 : Watson, Yates
(verse 1)ay, it's time to get into some sin,you been listenin' to gibberish hits in the interim,them are done, 'cause here me come,so make you stand up, stand tough,hands up, damn ya,if you don't get it get rid of it, trip if you diggin' it,i guess i got more than my balls and my word,i got broads in a herd, chasin' this and all on my nerve,the illness, they feel this,realness, chill bitch,i got this bed it's too crowded for you to come get in it,i spit that tech shiza off to you all,it's crazy, even michael jackson said "it's off the wall",i'm with the sickness, big checks,live less, midwest,i be the best, don't forget that nobody can get with this,so when you see me in the spot, bow down trick,i eat, drink, sleep, dress, look and sound rich,so jump up, get pumped up,crunked up, everyone must,stop with the jealously with me the haters be rivete
K.I.L.LE to the
R uh dot just ain't fair that when i pop up the spot be 'like yeah'(chorus)killer, killerit's the gorillaan if they feel ya*they screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeahmister, misterquick to get witchachick if she get off quick for this*she be like yeah, yeah, yeah(verse 2)i'm back with the heat and yes young fire produced itwith true spit i get lots of relish with strange musicmy crew's thick, deuce click and guess who's with two chicks(Tech N9ne) in my lou of caribou sickit's super-doo lipseverybody in the party will lose itvodka and mountain dew is the new shitthanks to icy rock and demonica, we honor yaand get so much money sometimes i feel like im wearing a
Yamikayou cannot monitor, my money i monetarily astonish yaso what's with the bad comments and all the drama fori can produce a picture,stop with them truce and hitchai'm at the top but i can be mobbin' and shootin' witchachip on my shoulder now,mr. nice guy is over wowto a ritzy and older style*from ditzy and gomer pilelook at my check swellchicks with wet tailsready to rock it in my pocketgot the trojan magnum
XL(pre chorus)
K.I.L.LE to the
R uh dotjust ain't fair that when i pop up the spot be "like yeah"(chorus)killer, killerit's the gorillaan if they feel ya*they screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeahmister, misterquick to get witchachick if she get off quick for this*she be like yeah, yeah, yeah(verse 3)
Yeah, I think they with me mane,yeah, yeah, this is
Kanasas City mane.the industry still punksthat's why they real slumbut when we indie's drop all our records we will dubhaving a good time's a stackin' with travis be laid backtour' about a hundred and fifty per slap and i made bathaters of course you doubt,that im makin' a warped amount*i got ozone, murderdog, double
XL and source accounts(so whats all the fuss* about)
Killer in and remorse out***** on ceramia you heard that from the horse's mouthit ain't comin' from
RBC, it ain't comin' from fontana,it's comin' from strange music's dontana in a clown manneri take it from baritone, record this it's on cheddahunting you in your dreams, you wake up screamin' in falsetta*
MTV clipped me, birthday bash showi got fans like cat castro, that'll boost my cash flow
MTV completely we sick of it,won't give a bit
Just look in my eyes, and my blood and my ligiments*you can see that tecca nina don't give a ****(pre chorus)
K.I.L.LE to the
R uh dotjust ain't fair that when i pop up the spot be "like yeah"(chorus)killer, killerit's the gorillaand if they feel yathey screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeahmister, misterquick to get witchachick if she get a whiff of thisbrother, she be like yeah, yeah, yeah