Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Killers , by - Dumbfoundead. Song from the album Dfd, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.10.2011
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Killers |
| Black beanie, a sack of wheaties, and dirty chucks |
| My guest list has the owner pissed cause it’s thirty plus |
| Roll to the show with the homies crammed in a sturdy truck |
| Pull up and see the chicken bet you can hear them birdies cluck |
| Arm full of wristbands, special kinds for them VIPs |
| Big man on campus all access do whatever I please |
| Doing my stretches and getting ready to rock the mic |
| With Zo on the tables he be cutting more than my pocket knife |
| Yeah, this is like every night, meeting strangers in paradise |
| Blow up the speakers my crew be deeper than Mr. Barry White |
| Let’s see them hands with your cotty cans we be getting drunk |
| I got that Krypto-chrono-cunalite just hit is once |
| We go and get it don’t know where the flow is headed |
| The hoes are wet and they sweatin' cause homie is photogenic |
| It’s genetics I give credit to my grand daddy |
| But everyone in the house tonight is my damn family |
| Young and reckless, Bloody Mary’s for breakfast |
| Night when you step in, bright when you exit |
| (I'm a killer) Killers on the move |
| Check one two, one two |
| Gonna kill it tonight (Murderah) |
| Let’s kill it tonight (Murderah) |
| We’re gonna kill it tonight, we’re getting sore tonight, we’re all killers |
| tonight |
| (Murderah)x4 |
| Murda murda murda, kill kill kill |
| I’ll put it on anybody that you will feel chills |
| We gonna get it poppin' call me Poppa Orville |
| Redenbacher, I’m the monster in the movie Cloverfield |
| The road is filled with haters, you know the drill |
| The paper is the only thing I focus on, smoke until my throat is gone |
| Laugh now, pay later, you’re the one the joke is on |
| Everybody yelling «go dumb» like it’s an Oakland song |
| I put my hours in, no need for you to power trip |
| I got me plugs and connections like an electric power strip |
| I tell how it is, bow to the gangster Ghengis Khan |
| A major label put Wax on, now it’s time for Daniel-san |
| You seen the viral clips, five forty spiral kicks |
| I bring the fire like pyrotechnics, my style is sick |
| Why did it take so long for you to have acknowledged this |
| Peep my shit on YouTube and you too will want to call it quits |