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Albums:

Breed the Killers [Bonus Tracks] (Earth Crisis) · Natural Born Killers [Original Soundtrack] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Breed the Killers (Earth Crisis) · Lipstick Killers (Mercer St. Sessions) (New York Dolls) · Movie Killers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Killers 3 CD Brick (The Killers) · The Little Killers (The Little Killers) · Lipstick Killers (Mercer St. Sessions) (New York Dolls) · Killers (Kiss) · Cereal Killers (Cereal Killers) – and 90 other albums »


the shoulder gets
Cause we over it, over it
So we takin' over it
Time's up
I'm just
Gonna make it difficult for other rappers to get their rhymes up
N9ne
Rien
by Jacques Higelin
Album: Alertez les bébés
Rien, je ne veux rien
Ni savoir qui tu es ni d'où tu viens
Rien, je n'attends rien du tout
Et si tu
niedlich
Dann lass dir doch mal von deinen Eltern erzählen was gute Musik ist
Die hören wenigstens die Beatles (Phew!)
Du hast für dein Album ne Woche
N9ne units sold
And whoever you bitch niggas is saying, I'm kicking it in Lee Joes log
Lee Joe'll tell you I'm original, and by the way Lee Joe my dog!
This Tech N9ne baby
And I don't do just one thing
I'm everything
If I did one thing
All y'all would agree
But you don't
So you want me do some
say I gotta odd sense of humor, killer clown sittin' still by the window
Tough links in a crimson cape, sat there with my lipstick smudged
I got
their rhymes up
N9ne's a mindfuck
I'm the kind to design the crime
Bury them all in lime
Your shine's behind us
Stop you can do it all day
But
Ja, Mann, Alter, das Album wird brutal, ja! 
Ich muss, was muss ich noch? 
Ich brauch' den Kianush hier, ja
Ich muss
Wir müssen was Heftiges
this
Take that dead shit on
And if you're bitch in the club with ass on me
I'm gonna take that home.
By the sinister TECH N9NE
By the sinister, by
a writer,
Yeah the passenger hopped out, but you got shot by the driver
There's a killer like everywhere, so why would you take it there,
Neighborhood
In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur
Has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli"
Music insiders are running
fett
Lass die Bottle poppen, baby Baby ich bin back!

Ey, direkt auf die Eins gechartet
letztes Album zwei mal Platin
Echo, Bambi, scheiße, Wahnsinn
egal
fans, my nigga
They gon' (see) see me going h.a.m, getting bigger, nigga
(talk that shit if you want to hack my tech n9ne plead again)
Make sure you
It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa!

Off the wall, off the chain
Off the top, I'm off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move,
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
[sinister laughter]

Oh y'all niggas killer now, oh word?
Catch you comin out your fuckin crib nigga
Yeah, catch a fuckin bullet nigga

[Prodigy]
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes

We didn't realize what
sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs
You fucking dummies, you can't take nothing from me 
It's the longest waited, the most anticipated, the album amputated 
Scream the name out Killah
really want to catch me man
No, I, don't, think, so
I've, got killers on the pay-roll if there's a, problem then say-so
I, make dough until there's none
Xes lliw eb yrotadnam yliad
Ylthgin, this women need to be living by it
Stay fit n' way driven paste it and dye it
I am the king killer captain
runter von deinem geilen Flash
Album Drei ist jetzt schon Digger konsequent, voll im Trend
Und heimlich ist sogar dein Onkel Fan
Denn, als
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
on
Respirators for killing my best, poor haters
On permanent, hiatus as I skate
In the Maybach Benz, flier than Sanaa Lathan
Pumping "Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo