Lyrics:
bout to board it
Run with killers up in that forest
Push to start on all my whips
Hit the gas, that shit be roarin
If I ain't got your number saved
to it
This is for the homies on the boulevard in Buick's
This is for my killers, send money on JPAY
I got homies in the pen and I hold them down
When I
y'all look like big fans
I stand on that business, by myself, I'm like a kickstand (huh)
I stand on that business like I'm workin' with a suit and tie
they be sendin' is multi-million
I'm glad I was raised by bosses, these niggas lost in the sauce keep talkin' 'bout killing
All of the killers I know,
[Chino XL]
Puerto Rican superhero!
Yo, XL eternal my journal, Sojourner, Nat Turner
Cop murdered by the certain burner turned in the back of his sternum
He
never been caught (zodiac killer assisted by brady)
peek-a-boo you're doomed!
he plunged himself into the billowy wave
and an echo arose from
and .45's
17-shot 9's
Right up between your eyes
Niggas is gon die
Niggas come from the pound
Hummers and S-S's
Born to be a killer
Fill a Nigga
Body with
Justice has been gone
To pieces for so long
Some killers call themselves
A warrior
Warriors with no pride
Committing suicide
The picture of a man
That's
"save me" and was raped by pigs, each blow spewing wisdom for all to see.
teach the world.. "cop", make him pay!, the kitchen bills, the height of hills,
the garden pool
Or a brick in the head for all the stuff she said
A machete-massacre, I'll shred her up in my head
There's a blood thirsty killer
business with
The big iron on his hip big iron on his hip
In this town there lived an outlaw
By the name of Texas Red
Many men had tried to take him
to do some business with a big iron on his hip""
""Big iron on his hip""
In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas RedMany men had tried
use my beeper for unnecessary dealings
So when we work, we die from killers work be killing
Punk mother-fakers take the pranksta for a joke
So how
hand held killing machines
Steal dreams with the armored steel, guard your grill
Nigga, I was brought up by the Kents in Smallville
Following Allah's
a fucking rarity it's unfair
Shots fired, fly by, I ain't blaming 'em
Armed to the teeth just with the pieces and I'm aiming 'em
How we get to clappin' out
in a fixed race
Either which way, whoever you pick payed off by the rich motherfuckers in a big way
Gridlock on the government of this day,
what you heard
Men and women lie so really what's the word
If I'm lying and I'm dying, a killer must emerge
Fill a bust to burst 'til I'm feeling up
How is it even possible after all these years
And all the good Rock n' Roll heard by these ears
That nobody gives a shit at least not like they
I sit
The killer city committee meet and kill 'em in third
I'm feeling disturbed when a villain emerged
Now I'm chilling, I'm as vicious
a game in my vein
[Verse 1: Mac]
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be
Steve, Big Hawk, and Fat Pat
When you cross yo'best bet is to back back
Mo City, Texas will open up yo back
Where the killers get killed and the jackers
the clitoris by stickin it in soft
Just to trick em like I'm fickle
And its possible I'm fluff
But my dick is quick, to switch the brick
And give it to em
A systematic killer
Returning from Madrid
Murdered Mozart in his garden
Mussolini ran and hid
He was chosen by his elders
Sitting on the shelf
down the streets
We hear you sharpen the weapons
Tonight the killer will come
With his smashin' sound
Tomorrow behind you
Death will raise by your
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