Lyrics:
Sometimes I think about it
And my poor heart wants to die about it
Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got double crossed
By
pretence
Is with a killer cyborg
Who speaks their mind
If something's missing
I don't know what it is
The only way that I can live
Is with a woman
like a serial killer you more of a lunchroom bully
How did I end up in here I don't fit I'm surrounded by rookies
She says I'm from Sesame Street cause
whimper
Watch that pussy quiver
Make that bitch shiver
Deliver then ripper
A sinner a blizzard
My dinner I digger
My pillar a killer
I filler with silver
you what I’ve found
You’ll never regret this, stick around
Feel the vibe, you’re by my side
I’m not the killer, I’m a lover
As they say, our times are
and a beg fi kill you first a so we badness work pussy a so we badness work a so we badness work
Have killers all about near by far out diss cant talk out
on dope, nigga, and I'm pure, thousand gram key
That's fo sho', that's for sure, killer O.D.
I got stripes by Big Johnson, OG
Take a 35 Christ fit and I
it sprouting there
Maybe I'll be the one
Cursed by the moon spirit
Time to bite the bullet
Silver (kill the beast)
What do you want me to say
What do
Mad mutually assured destruction
Mad killed by inner combustion
Mad death throughout the nation
Mad total annihilation
Both Russia and the U.S.
Killer, killer where did he go
Then you were gone, it felt so wrong
Summer, summer please come home
Then you were gone, it felt so wrong
Summer, summer
please
Just got served by little niggas on the 10-speed
12 years old, got bumps they can't keep
A straight killer, a fool, a lil' ass gee
God
The killer you promised was dead that's a lie
When he holds you at night is he comforted by lies
The way you told me that we'd be alright
Does he look at you
Rest in Power to my uncle Martin
Twenty-one years old slain by a cold-hearted killer
Point blank range pulled the trigger
Pour out a little liquor
will die
Killer on the road, yeah
Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you
every time
A yap yap yap is never sad or boring anytime
The fatal killer is still hiding in my cranium
The sickly monster is a renegade insanium
Don't
science was his game, justified by war
His spawn lay in the freezer
The killers that bore his name
The breeding house, you were there
And the sins of your
like four niggas (brrt)
Nigga, I don't never trip 'cause I know killers ('cause I know killers)
Niggas always talkin' shit that don't know Skilla (ayy)
an end to that
Wanna clean break, clean fight
Shake my hand but you don't try anything rash
Catch you with my long throw
Take you by surprise
Gonna get you
sick like a plague, uh
Hold up, lil' woadie
That ain't what he told me
Uptown killers by the river is nothing holy
Except for your white tee
Red dots
Ain't gotta tell you where I'm from
You should know it by the accent
Steady dodgin' police
Chevy with the black tints
Schooled by the OGs
I done
Snitchin' is a no no
And pink shirts on killers in
My 'hood is a no-go
Sit in courts with the snow
Flow is the best ID
I'm not the best like Drake
Nigga I'm
was so enticed
By niggas like slick money and ice
We figure prison it should come with the light
Along with losin' your life
And there were no way
called the devil
But God favors those with the biggest cannon
And even killers of the culture need a companion
Spare nothing 'bout quarter nor sugar
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
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