歌词
(verse 1)ay, it's time to get into some sinyou been listenin' to gibberish hits in the interumthem are done, 'cause here me comeso make you stand up, stand toughhands up, damn yaif you don't get it get rid off it, trip if you diggin' it*i guess i got more than my balls and my wordi got broads in a herd, chasin' this and all on my nervethey the illness, they feel this*realness, chill bitchi got this bed it's too crowded for you to come get in iti spit that tech shiza off to yallit's crazy, even michael jackson said "it's off the wall"i'm with the sickness, big checkslive less, midwesti be the best, don't forget that nobody can get with thisso when you see me in the spot, bow down tricki eat, drink, sleep, dress, look and sound richso jump up, get pumped upcrunked up, everyone muststop with the jealously with me the haters be riveted(pre chorus)
K.I.L.LE to the
R uh dotjust ain't fair that when i pop up the spot be "like yeah"(chorus)killer, killerit's the gorillaan if they feel ya*they screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeahmister, misterquick to get witchachick if she get off quick for this*she be like yeah, yeah, yeah(verse 2)i'm back with the heat and yes young fire produced itwith true spit i get lots of relish with strange musicmy crew's thick, deuce click and guess who's with two chicks(tech n9ne) in my lou of caribou sickit's super-doo lipseverybody in the party will lose itvodka and mountain dew is the new shitthanks to icy rock and demonica, we honor yaand get so much money sometimes i feel like im wearing a
Yamikayou cannot monitor, my money i monetarily astonish yaso what's with the bad comments and all the drama fori can produce a picture,stop with them truce and hitchai'm at the top but i can be mobbin' and shootin' witchachip on my shoulder now,mr. nice guy is over wowto a ritzy and older style*from ditzy and gomer pilelook at my check swellchicks with wet tailsready to rock it in my pocketgot the trojan magnum
XL(pre chorus)
K.I.L.LE to the
R uh dotjust ain't fair that when i pop up the spot be "like yeah"(chorus)killer, killerit's the gorillaan if they feel ya*they screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeahmister, misterquick to get witchachick if she get off quick for this*she be like yeah, yeah, yeah(verse 3)
Yeah, I think they with me mane,yeah, yeah, this is
Kanasas City mane.the industry still punksthat's why they real slumbut when we indie's drop all our records we will dubhaving a good time's a stackin' with travis be laid backtour' about a hundred and fifty per slap and i made bathaters of course you doubt,that im makin' a warped amount*i got ozone, murderdog, double
XL and source accounts(so whats all the fuss* about)
Killer in and remorse out*fuck on ceramia you heard that from the horse's mouthit ain't comin' from
RBC, it ain't comin' from fontana,it's comin' from strange music's dontana in a clown manneri take it from baritone, record this it's on cheddahunting you in your dreams, you wake up screamin' in falsetta*
MTV clipped me, birthday bash showi got fans like cat castro, that'll boost my cash flow
MTV completely we sick of it,won't give a bit
Just look in my eyes, and my blood and my ligiments*you can see that tecca nina don't give a shit(pre chorus)
K.I.L.LE to the
R uh dotjust ain't fair that when i pop up the spot be "like yeah"(chorus)killer, killerit's the gorillaand if they feel yathey screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeahmister, misterquick to get witchachick if she get a whiff of thisbrother, she be like yeah, yeah, yeah