Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song killer, artist - clipping.. Date of issue: 10.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
killer |
| Killer, killer |
| The killer, killer |
| It’s the killer |
| The killer, killer |
| The killer, killer |
| It’s the-- |
| Killer |
| The killer, killer |
| It’s the killer |
| The killer, killer |
| The killer, killer |
| It’s the-- |
| Nine in the waist, half that in the glove box |
| Rope in the trunk, strychnine in a lunch box |
| Hefty bag, Ziploc |
| Prada bag, hollaback |
| Plenty of ties to go around and all these bitches on the sack |
| In the sack |
| Murder cap, dial M for Massacre |
| Dial nine to outside lines to lead you to the catheter |
| Cater to the catty comb, cat stand, kitty corner |
| But the realest gonna stand alone and shoot 'em like a soldier |
| Necktie, Colombian |
| Blood on the rug again |
| Rip a fuckin' liver out the gizzards jitterbuggin' in the chest cavity |
| Steal a gold tooth for the vanity |
| Snatch a wallet, call it in |
| The papers call it tragedy |
| It’s nine lives, eight racks |
| Seven hoes to bring it back |
| Six tray, five miles per hour sitting on four flats |
| Three fingers twisted up |
| Two shots, «rra rra» |
| One King Kong motherfucker ridin' low in a fitted cap |
| Killer, killer |
| Gotta be a killer |
| These is killers |
| You fuck with killers, they’ll fucking kill you |
| You’s a-- |
| You roll with killers |
| Bitch them ain’t killers |
| Me the killer |
| The name is killer |
| Killer the Killer |
| How many killers |
| Could murder killers |
| All these killers |
| Ain’t really killers |
| Claimin' they killers when they-- |
| Ain’t fuckin' killin' |
| Got all these killers out to kill ya |
| Cuz that’s a killer |
| You ain’t a killer |
| You’s a-- |
| Slit wrist |
| This Pac tick is my knock sniff |
| My time’s up in this Glock’s bitch |
| I’m fired up and my cock’s rich |
| Manned up to be boyed down |
| Gold watch is my Band-Aid |
| Grip ten bills, call it blood money that I ripped up cuz I’m half-paid |
| Jackson raping Benjamin, he pleads Lincoln, good thing I have change |
| Picked up the penny face down |
| Then my life turned upside down so I rampage |
| Let that Pit Bull bite down |
| Whatchu scared of? |
| Fuckin' pipe down |
| Pipe dreams for this gasoline |
| Two fists covered in Vaseline |
| Ash my weed on this body bag |
| Put raps in a bottle, then light the rag |
| Fuego gave you pay so fuck your halo, say no |
| To daring police who claim to care, just save 'em |
| You ain’t no gangsta, I’m a gangsta, pop pills at the station |
| So what’s a mantra to the memento-minded |
| I write that shit in blood, if you have a pencil find it |
| Why so fucking quiet? |
| I am the riot to repo, the dog in reservoir |
| Tyrant beatin' the license out of poetic whores |
| Killer, killer |
| Gotta be a killer |
| These is killers |
| You fuck with killers, they’ll fucking kill you |
| You’s a-- |
| You roll with killers |
| Bitch them ain’t killers |
| Me the killer |
| The name is killer |
| Killer the Killer |
| How many killers |
| Could murder killers |
| All these killers |
| Ain’t really killers |
| Claimin' they killers when they-- |
| Ain’t fuckin' killin' |
| Got all these killers out to kill ya |
| Cuz that’s a killer |
| You ain’t a killer |
| You’s a-- |
| «I'm calling from in the house» |
| That’s what he said when the phone clicked off, and the gun cocked back, |
| and his brains blew out, and his bitch she laughed, poured a glass |
| Whispered «Baby make me shout» |
| But she ain’t screamin' no more because that dick up in her mouth |
| Got pissed off, got pissed on |
| Got pumped like a piston |
| If Detroit got a bitch born |
| To cut bitches up |
| From the wrist on |
| And that’s pimp shit, when a hoe will kill |
| Lube up with the blood to spill |
| Can a crew fuck? |
| Yup, do tell |
| Ain’t no dirt she don’t do well |
| And they love the way she do it |
| Fuckin' with lighter fluid |
| Bitch fire and oh she knew it |
| Got that brain gonna make you stupid |
| Then right when you gonna bust |
| Take them vice grips to your nuts |
| Crack them off from the wall to the window gon' be splattered with your goddamn |
| guts |
| In the sky like what |
| God we trust |
| Kill for the money and kill for the lust |
| Kill or be a killer |
| Fucker merely be a driller |
| Fuckin' chill upon the billy with the bodies in the cut |
| Yup |
| Bag it, tag it, rub it down |
| Ratchet, hatchet, cut it, drown |
| A motherfucker till he make no sound |
| Any true king gon' murder for the crown |