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Pussy nigga whatcha doin!
Hook All day I dream about, all day I dream about sex It's the way you move your sexy groove That's got my mind all over you All day I dream about, all day I dream about Your sex feels so savoifare I'm tired of jercking off cause your not there Big Boi 65' Chevrolet Impala peachy cream Oozing down the street like toothpaste Cause the ivory is clean Talkin' bout mean at the inseam on the inside of the ship Not a honey dip to hunch on, testes more blue than a Crip Or the blue man group caught that on the Vegas strip Chillin' with good game, Ju Ju, Pimpin Ken and my nigga Don Magic Pimpin Ken and my nigga Diamond Jit Pimps (pimps), lips (lips), legs (legs), arms (arms), Necks (necks), hips (hips), head (head) monk test It's the camel toe and that's fo' sho' My brain is on one track Like Marion Berry thoughts for crack Or like a rock star does for smack. None of that but the female genitalia's where its at I'm a man and I demand a woman for that act Personal preference plus I use the law of nature as a reference Now I don't ever recall seeing a man turn up pregnant, but that's just me Feminine female fantasies frolic freely in my cockpit Every thirty something seconds I can't stop it Hook Killer Mike Killer Kill from Adamsville and in my Bonneville I chill Heifers call me Black & Decker, I don't screw them hoes I drill I've been cuttin' cute lil' coochies since before the record deal Catch me daydreaming about them, thick, medium or slim Doctors call that thing vagina, in the hood we call it trim White boys call it snatch, Puerto Ricans call it chocha Nathaniel likes his white, I like mines dark as cola It's the first thing on my mind in the morn when I roll over All men young and old in the end its what we're after Even my grandpappy's happy. He got prescribed Viagra. (Granddaddy, granddaddy, what's up? what's up? It's me. Hey, let me get about three of them blue diamonds. I promise I gotcha back tomorrow) Hook Killer Mike When I drill I don't spill even if she's on the pill Keep my weapon covered concealed and in a shield Cause I don't need that A.I.D.S. A "D" and a "A" missing out my A.D.I.D.A.S. (plus) We don't need no DNA mixing between us We just need to keep this thing friendly and hush, hush On the down low, like R. Kelly and youngsters But over eighteen only cause baby I'm no perv! From the tour bus to the lobby, elevator to the room We can jump each other's bones but there's no jumping brooms! Big Boi Buffoon you are to consumed in the womb It is too early for you to jump the broom (boom!) Hook "Monster" Verse One I'm an ungodly figure When in the company of hard liquor Texas niggaz turned me on to water I smoked the river Apocalyptic creature, stay lacing reefer Stay serving geekers, stay holding heaters Murder fanatic, killer fantastic Swerving semi-conscious with a half a blunt and an automatic Bought it to snort it, just in case I meet with static What I deliver to your address is dead tragic Your mother scream in that limousine Followed by some slow traffic Here's the reason for my murder tactics I'm Killer Kill I ain't a fuckin rapper! I'm a crack sacker! I'm a strong-armed robbery and kidnapper! I'm a carjacker! I'm a if you owe dough then yo' ho snatcher! I'm a Slumlord for life not a fuckin actor! I'm the fear that haunts you! I'm the tool that's used to haunt you! Hook I'm the monster! I'm your sick and twisted monster! (Repeat) Verse Two I'm the hate in the dark heart of heartless men! Deprived of love, feed crack, nurtured in sin! I'm unwanted children doped up on Ritalin by age ten At sixteen a fiend! Nurturing a weed habit and a bottle of gin I'm the soul of women that's been betrayed by men That trifling nigga looking to deceive her again Earn her trust again, then I lust again When she turn her back, I'm diggin in her friend again! I motivate your hate and embody your sin I spit it for Bloods, Crips and Mexicans I spit for Disciples and El Rukns This sick soundtrack to robbing and looting Neighbor shootings, murder and boosting Its fear engaged, with a fury and rage For my lost generation in these last days The fear that haunts you! It's the tool that's used to hunt you! |
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Big is dead, Pac is dead
My music's dead, and y'all just scared {scratched: "I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike, I'm Killer Mike"} Rap is dead, rock is dead My music's dead, and y'all just scared (Verse 1: Killer Mike) Fuck rap, rap's near death, bloated and sick Too many niggaz still ride, Big and Pac's dick Fuck that, next year, they more deader And I write more rhymes, more deadly and more better Then the last, sick and disturbed verse I wrote And sell it to tough teenage boys to quote Some music to madness, let the anger kill the pain and the sadness Fuck the fag shit, keep it Killer with the rap shit Hard rock when you rock shit, back to the block freestyle pop lock shit Back to the basics with the fuck a cop shit Rock pussies rap on some pop shit, sing like they rap Soft and frail, these spirits, didn't have the heart to smell This is no pain, and it's high octane A bad brain, on Kobain Lennon is dead, Kurt is dead My music's dead, and y'all just scared {scratched: "Killer Mike, who's the man, Killer Mike, who's the man"} Rap is dead, rock is dead My music's dead, and y'all just scared {scratched: "Killer Mike, who's the man, Killer Mike, who's the man"} (Verse 2: Killer Mike) God damnit rappers chitter chattar, on any subject matter But really does the subject really matter Pass the guns and blood splatter, does anything fuckin' matter Pass Cristal, pissed off, fuckin' right I'm pissed off And you a pistol, yo why the fuck do critics (?) Now wait a second, don't like what I'm saying Make a record, and I'll be glad when My music gets mad again, new school Ice Cube "Fuck you Killer Mike!" Yeah fuck you too No this ain't yo mama's music It's a drug if you like it, please abuse it Here's a cool meth-amphetamine for teens Nightmares comin', crushing ya fuckin' dreams, ultra-shock Rap rock, bringin' the bars back to rock and hip-hop Spit it, venom non-stop Big is dead, Pac is dead My music's dead, and y'all just scared {scratched: "Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike, Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike"} Rap is dead, rock is dead My music's dead, and y'all just scared {scratched: "Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike, Hip-Hop is, Killer Mike"} (Verse 3: Killer Mike) Knew it was a bad day when I woke up N-W-A's gonna raise(?) broke up Damn prayers ain't move the units that they should've Rappers on top don't spit like they could've I pledge allegiance to the hard, core How I give it to you, hard, raw Ay, a beautiful site to be seen There's a mosh pit packed with wild teens Hangin' onto every word that we spit Ready to rip, rock, and tear shit Self-pity's fuckin' up my music man Whine like a bitch or stand and be a man There's +Black Sabbath+, I'm smoking in a +Zeppelin+ Pumpin' +Metallica+, hand on my weapon Fuck you and the bed yo bitch slept in Killer-Kill keeps it real, hardcore is what I'm reppin' Big is dead, Pac is dead My music's dead, and y'all just scared {scratched: "I run shit, Killer Mike, I run shit, Killer Mike"} Lennon is dead, Kurt is dead My music's dead, and y'all just scared {scratched: "I run shit, Killer Mike, I run shit, Killer Mike"} Rap is dead, Killer Mike |
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