at ya, shoot you with a rocket ship Shock em' with a shotgun shell I'm Johnny Rotten as hell With big business like Sid Vicious on shit cell You faggot back
across At a loss for dialogue Walkin through the fog With her eyes closed & her mind gone And now she lives in the films that she sees And dreams that she kills
a riot at your police brutality benefit And keep it from spreading contain the threat Until you destroy yoursevles, defeat yourselves, Burn yourselves and kill
9":] First verse, uh I'm on 'til I'm on a island My life's ridin' on the Autobahn on autopilot Before I touch dirt, I'll kill you all with' kindness I kill
gettin' dip addin' dogs to the roster What d'you call a ugly Crip? What? A c-monster [BLOODY MARY] Piru is Crip in reverse, put the C's on his back Your egg shell
't stop now Nigga that I thug wit' kill Pop to tha chest how does it feel And nigga we peel caps Pap, fit to get your wig cracked back Killin' I'm buckin
control and it begins Look in the mirror my relection slowing fades away A monster staring back hard black and his soul decays Theres nothing left but a shell and an urge to kill
(feat. Illa Noyz) It's going down baby! Bucktown, Duckdown baby [whispering] My B.C.C., Cocoa B'z, Top Dog [Sean Price] Starang where you at? B.D.I.
know; who be the sure shot? Shhhiiieeettt... [Busta Rhymes] I'm back in ya soul just like a minister I'm big like a movie, I'm on the screen and at the
and give you a new perspective on who the realest y'all You just can't kill one you stupid bitch, you got to kill us all [Twista] What can I say to
[Intro: Cam'ron] Just Blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa [Verse 1: Cam'ron] All the girls see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy) Look at his car (Boy
the beat; I resumed PsyOps on the enemy Mix the blood so it don't coagulate The sex magic won't work if the bitch masturbates Nobody can hold me back,
My shell, mechanical found ghost But my ghetto is, animal found toast My shell, mechanical found ghost But my ghetto is, animal found toast My shell,
death more than life My lids close tight, but the light blinds my eyes My body grows cold - my cock becomes erect Watching over my dead shell, from beyond
hold it my shoulder when I shoot the bitch I gotta few to spit let the shell smoke It'll turn a nigga yacht to a sail boat To fall back I'll rip'em apart
kill ya And Jesus can't even hear ya +Thrill+ ya, like Michael Jackson Acting when the time for action Shell gun click out my back and Cee-Lo he strapped
conception is what the doctors report revealed about Mort He manipulated them with lies Now he's free, back in society Cured with pills and psychotherapy