(verse 1)
ay, it's to get into some sin you been listenin' to gibberish hits in the them are done, 'cause here me so you stand up, stand tough hands up, ya if you get it get rid off it, trip if you diggin' it* i guess i got than my balls and my word i got broads in a herd, chasin' this and all on my they the illness, they feel realness, chill i got this bed too crowded for you to come get in it i spit that shiza off to yall it's crazy, even michael jackson "it's off the wall" i'm the sickness, big checks less, midwest i be the best, don't that nobody can get with this so when you see me in the spot, bow trick i eat, drink, sleep, dress, and sound rich so jump up, get up crunked up, everyone stop with the jealously with me the haters be
(pre chorus)
K.I.L.L E to the R uh dot ain't fair that when i pop up the spot be "like yeah"
(chorus)
killer, it's the an if feel ya* they screamin' yeah, yeah, yeah mister, quick to get if she get off quick for this* she be yeah, yeah, yeah
(verse 2)
i'm back with the and yes young fire produced it with true spit i get lots of with strange music my crew's thick, click and guess who's with two chicks (tech n9ne) in my lou of sick it's lips in the party will lose it vodka and dew is the new shit to icy rock and demonica, we honor ya and get so much money sometimes i feel like im wearing a you monitor, my money i monetarily astonish ya so what's with the bad and all the drama for i can a picture, stop with truce and hitcha i'm at the top but i can be and shootin' witcha on my shoulder now, mr. guy is over wow to a ritzy and older from ditzy and gomer at my check swell chicks wet tails ready to it in my pocket got the magnum XL
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K.I.L.L E to the R uh dot just ain't fair that when i pop up the be "like yeah"
(chorus)
killer, the gorilla an if feel ya* they screamin' yeah, yeah, yeah mister, to get witcha chick if she get off quick for she be like yeah, yeah,
(verse 3)
Yeah, I think with me mane, yeah, yeah, is Kanasas City mane. the industry still that's why real slum but when we indie's drop all our records we dub having a good time's a stackin' with travis be laid about a hundred and fifty per slap and i made bat haters of you doubt, that im makin' a warped i got ozone, murderdog, double XL and accounts (so whats all the fuss* about) Killer in and remorse on ceramia you heard that from the horse's mouth it comin' from RBC, it ain't comin' from fontana, it's comin' from strange dontana in a clown manner i take it from baritone, record this it's on hunting you in dreams, you wake up screamin' in falsetta* MTV clipped me, bash show i got fans like cat castro, that'll boost my flow MTV we sick of it, won't a bit Just look in my eyes, and my and my ligiments* you can see that tecca nina don't give a
(pre chorus)
K.I.L.L E to the R uh dot ain't fair that when i pop up the spot be "like yeah"
(chorus)
killer, it's the and if they ya they like yeah, yeah, yeah mister, to get witcha chick if she get a of this brother, she be yeah, yeah, yeah