beast from Detroit He'll give you the worst Beating of your fucking life Barely human at 275 Spear you, gore you He might even think about Eating you Gore Gore
(feat. 40 Cal.) Dipset, Killa, Street's what it is [Verse 1] I done stopped and styled hummers, rock for wild summers The nerve in me, these courtesy
try Don't care if you're dead or alive [Chorus:] Can you see everything That you, once, were meant to be? Bury the things that make you weak Killing
[Killa BH:] It's... It's... (It's what (oooo) It's that Killa BH muuusic, (Nahh son, nahh, ain't NO way this mixtape going down with out me baby,
(feat. Lord Infamous) [DJ Paul & Juicy J adlibs] [Chorus x4: DJ Paul] It's hard not to kill niggaz It's like and everyday job not to kill niggaz So
We live and die in a land that reeks of death. Where every gasp could be your last breath. There is nothing to look for. There is nothing left because
And now you've come so far and climbed so high, and all it cost were the words we built ourselves up on. Another step. Just one more time. Why turn back
You view in the mirror of Black America Tell me who's killing who? Black America tell me, who's killing who? killing me, killing you, killing you [x
Living a life governed by pain, I step away from the fire but I carry the flame. My youth, I'm proud, I wear it on my sleeve my faceless generation's
my room of sickest horror Enter my dominion of gore terror You'll be the next one to bleed Bowels hang from the ceiling Skulls, bones and skeletons Blood and gore
Go on and call me up. Tell me you made a grave mistake. You know I never once turned you away. Bad as I hate to say, I know how good it's gonna
To remind you how winter kills Lost in daydreams you drove too fast and got nowhere You rode on half fare when you got too scared How winter kills Tear
Dipset, Killa, Street's what it is I done stopped and styled hummers, rock for wild summers The nerve in me, these courtesy of Crocodile Hunter (That
your gun and kill yr boyfriend He's lazy and he's selfish too Come on girl, you got somethin' to do Kill yr boyfriend (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Kill yr boyfriend
Hey popstar you look real silly I want to kill you now (Kill, kill, kill) Hey popstar you're such a fake You really look a joke (Joke, joke, joke) Hey
Go on and call me up Tell me you made a grave mistake You know I never once turned you away Bad as I hate to say I know how good it's gonna be If just
Traduzione: Up. Kill Yr Boyfriend.
