Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fry , by - Crime BossRelease date: 06.02.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fry |
| Come one, come all to see the nigga behind the trigger |
| Bigger then a killa murdering niggas with my little finger |
| Bring your sacrefices cause to me your life is minimum |
| Kill’em all if the price is right, shit |
| A heat of the spliff makes me get bucker |
| Me motherfucker smokin all you suckas |
| Isn’t it that the bloodstream making me have bad dreams |
| All about the people I killed coming back to hung me |
| Kill me, help me please won’t somebody save me? |
| The in-dough got me mad and I ain’t never been like this, Gee |
| Blood on my hand, did I kill a man, «mayne I didn’t do |
| I look suspicious, did you see any witnesses?» |
| Scopin me hopin they just might get a fuck or two |
| Look over your shoulders cause I just might get a fuck in you |
| Leave you in a ditch dead, head full of a hot lead |
| What in the fuck is wrong with me, why in the fuck I’m thinkin' of thee |
| Satanic homocidal visions of me killin people |
| I just hope it stops right now, please dont let it be a sequel |
| I see myself running, police gunning, what will I do? |
| Chicken got me flicking telling me «stop or I start shootin, fool» |
| So I did, now I’m dead, here comes the bullet straight for my head… |
| (Bang…silence) |