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Sophomore Jinx (Visionaries) · Sophomore Jinx (Visionaries) · 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) – and 90 other albums »


Through waves 
they shift 
Below they hide 
Corporate killers 

Side by side 
Process this signal 
Final post 
Global defiance 

No hope
to keep a roll of them bitches like which one (one one)
(its the boss)

(radio killer)

Its not a dream baby

(radio killer killer killer)

Or is it a dream
(Ding!)
Take this lesson, to your next session
I suggest, you practice with the freshman
Sophomore, junior, then come check the senior
By then I would have
to Graceland
But they don't scare me, I'm in the trunk, I ain't sorry
Natural born killer, who slept with the enemy'
Think quick, what should I do, what did
to keep a roll of them bitches like which one (one one)
(its the boss)

(radio killer)

Its not a dream baby

(radio killer killer killer)

Or is it a dream
a war taking heads from men like Charles Taylor
And never seen the undisclosed foreign arms dealer
13-year-old killer, he look 35
He changed his name
killer, he look 35
He changed his name to Little No-Man-Survive
When he smoke that leaf, shorty believe he can fly
He loot and terrorize and shoot
in
Logical was hatred 
Some replacement killer came through, left small traces
Engraved his chest
Left him for death
Left him on his last breath
Whoa, yall niggas dope! 
Five niggas loc, five killer flows, y'all finna blow!
So temptation made us sign the papers overnight sensation!
Clearly
on my clothes and shoes stomach on wooz
From this killer weed that's so fired it made your nose bleed
I had me so high, my brain was fried movin'
To all the killers and a hundred dollar billas
For real dealers that ain't got no feelings
Check it out now

I got you stuck off the realness, we be
sick off Rhemy and brews
Wit a hang over from blues
Hurl on my clothes and shoes stomach on wooz
From this killer weed that's so fired it made your
To all the killers and a hundred dollar billas
For real dealers that ain't got no feelings
Check it out now

I got you stuck off the realness, we be