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Killer on the loose
Screams rent and chill the air
Her body's lying there
Killer on the loose
Killer on the loose
Ribbons of blue and white
Catch
(I need to talk to Mike Laury)
(Hello? This is Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
(This is the sound)
Please don't get amazed by all these
and terrified
Know the things we need to say
(Sun in an empty room)
Been said already anyway
(Sun in an empty room)
By parallelograms of light
(Sun in
and terrified
Know the things we need to say
(Sun in an empty room)
Been said already anyway
(Sun in an empty room)
By parallelograms of light
(Sun in
New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
white
Flying like I'm wearing Nikes
Sipping jet fuel
Flame thrower all the parasites
They in the next room
Answer the phone I'm talking day or night
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
And on the other side you've
got Infinite Dreams, Killers, Still Life - Harris and Murray wrote that song, debuted number twelve, got to
number six again! My
Peace, peace
Yo, Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah
Fist full of dollars in a dice game God
D&G glasses, cloth Kangols, guided by angel with white
insane
By the looks of those eyes, you'll forever be a shame
Let me call him Mr. Killer it's the end you're all doomed
Gonna come and getcha they got
New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
And appreciative of the rarity of my existence
'Cause I got chillin' by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I
water the plants.
red right, white left.
hip hop lies in the fetal position
in the corner of a room with no windows,
but that's not why i'm doing
the room
A humpin on through the room
White-headed woman
On some run flat
By the way I
Never seen a better view, not in Malibu
Bunch of bad bitches naked in the swimming pool
Hear the waves crashing, playing
you all the results
I'm jet lag, tryna stay up, eating fish by the boat
What a way to enter in the Kemit
Next day I'm in all white by the sphinx like I
Just give me a reason
Give me a reason yea yea
Its killer season
And my nigga's season woo oh
Give me a reason
Just give me a reason yea yea
Its killer
askin
c faithful longing
Satisfied
Your lips on my lips
I fucking love your hips
Consciously waiting
cnticipating
I love you baby we fuck like killers
heart why you steal it away
Take all the memories and I seal it away
All these years went by and you still look the same
Feel like I'm on the bench but
Smoke in my room I swear it won't go away
Steering wheel it turns but it goes your way
'Cowboy Killers' and a little bit of whiskey
Strings
White cloth above his head, the mandem ran I think
Now in real life, the whole blocks riding to the other side
I told him don't go, my grandmas
I've been thinking bout you all night
Now I see you from across the room
Giving that long eye
By the way that ya body is moving
I can tell what you
your waste curves match
Your dress dress match match yo
Skin and it’s off white tanny
Hustle in my flesh did it with finesse
Had it by the steps and that
well
Don't go kiddin yourself
Look at how much damage in only a minute i've dealt
Yeah, Hell or high water
Lyrical killer call it mic slaughter
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