Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kill Shit, artist - Krizz Kaliko. Album song Kickin' & Screamin', in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.05.2012
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Kill Shit |
This is the trip |
The best part I really really like |
Yeah, I’m proud to be a part of this number, ha ha ha |
Ayo, Kali, kill 'em |
Kali baby |
Know we claim we insane, seeing Strange do the same thing |
Drain the main vein on mainstream, they plain Janes |
Tell 'em wake it off, tell 'em knock it off (mine, mine) |
Tell 'em if they penciling to pick 'em off (like the primetime) |
Coming out the middle is the reason we done took so long |
Give 'em just a little when they d-d-do it to my song |
I’ll make you do a song, sick it to you a song |
Fluids keep movin' in the middle with pillows they chewing on |
Other rappers ain’t compatible, they be fallible |
If you wanna challenge me — battle me, better saddle up |
I whoop 'em out of love, seal it by pittlin' pattlin' |
Tittle and tattle 'em, rattle 'em 'til they had enough |
And like old liquor Kali can speak easy, be easy |
If I lick her Kali can freak easy, yo breezy |
Little shitter and I can pee-ee on MCs |
And if they differ from me they can eat me in season |
Ah huh, I’m ripping my mouth off |
And niggas that mouth off, I’m taking they top off |
I’m the dope and you are the drop-off |
My niggas are not soft, the ignorants pop off, hot sauce |
I’m coming from the land of the barbie |
Where niggas’ll off me if I don’t give 'em my car keys |
Better not start me, pick up a clip in a heartbeat |
Sit in the star seat, I get to killing 'em softly |
W-W-Why you gotta do it on me on the ch-ch-choppers |
When I did it in the beginning, I hit it on it |
Just the type of me to show 'em |
I’ma c-c-c-c-continue put 'em in a blender but I spit-ed on it |
See they be shaking the fact |
Put a snake into the record for the sake of the bat (Kali!) |
Or maybe stay where ya at |
'Cause it’s safer than racing for paper you may never have (Kali!) |
That Krizz cray |
Better yet call me Kali baby |
Really deliver any kind of way |
I slowed it down to make it easier to say |
Totally awesome dude |
I’m a predator and y’all some food |
Better if I was offin' you |
From up here it’s a pretty damn awesome view |
And a moment of silence, we just lost a few, shh… |
Ah huh, bring it back now |
You already know the outcome |
How 'bout turnin' up the volume |
And watch me kill shit |
You already know what I’m talking 'bout |
If you don’t understand the words that’s coming out my mouth |
Then watch me kill shit |
Twista |
They call me Mr. Malevolent |
With a style to show that I’m another pistol that’s elegant |
Kaliko to cut the throat of me, no controllin' me |
Nickin' every syllable that’s strong enough to lift up an elephant, ahh |
I can sense that you’re as soft as a moccasin |
I can send niggas at you and have 'em take away your oxygen |
I could then murder you in another dimension |
Of diabolical proportions as I find a portal and lock 'em in |
Eat the key up then re-up, I’m gone |
See the way that I re-up, a G up, I’m on |
Now I’mma hang my feet up from Reeboks, it’s on |
Nigga this ain’t a game, put your Wii up, I’m grown |
I’m general militia and you be feelin' every person |
Though everybody can spit it |
But we still’ll very pack so much artillery, we are like a military |
Ain’t no tellin' how many bodies we 'bout to kill and bury |
Gimme the block then I’mma ball, because I be tippin' |
Spending the money when I’m in the mall, I try to be different |
Different kinda clothes, other kinda shoes |
When the hoes see the swag |
They be askin' if they can come and kick it |
Shorty what you talkin' 'bout? |
Just get your homies and come with it |
I’m over here gettin' throwed up in the limousine |
Now I got a drunken fast flow |
But it don’t matter I can still blow the whole party to smithereens |
Splittin' words in the middle like Kali- |
Ko, we killin' 'em 'cause you put together a team |
As if you was Pat Riley 'cause ain’t nobody compara- |
Ble to us if you want it then you know what it mean |
Twista |
You already know the outcome |
How 'bout turnin' up the volume |
And watch me kill shit |
You already know what I’m talking 'bout |
If you don’t understand the words that’s coming out my mouth |
Then watch me kill shit |
A. Yay-Yay-Yay-Yay-Yates |
You don’t know the handle then you a day late |
Death and destruction — it is they fate |
'Cause when I get up on a track, it’ll be like wait |
Sick 'em the lip and get to flippin', you be the victim |
And I’ma pick 'em off, fix 'em with a quick and I’ma knock the vision off of |
niggas |
No living, giving or iggin' on the rigorous, look at this |
Will somebody look at this? |
I be killing it |
Put up or shut up, get up, be cut up, it’s animosity |
Foot in ya gut up, bullet for colors, I’m an atrocity, wicked |
I wretch around, I wrench it off and rip it |
I’d rather be red and ready than running with the rigits |
Don’t be stupid, if you got a minute better run away |
You better jump or slump in mucus, never gonna put the gun away |
You better back up off of me or get it, admit it |
I’m killing off everybody and then it’s acquitted |
And we knocking, he stopping, never can beat the cleverness |
She jocking, me cocking, coming to get the head of the chula |
I shoot her because of lots a gouda |
That dude’ll be foolery, because I shocked the ruler |
Ay-yay-yay-yay-yay-yay yank 'em |
When he thinking he better than N9na I gotta spank him |
Shank him with the thang |
For thinking they will come and give up the game |
We hang the really bane in my sanctum |
They don’t really wanna see me |
Tecca N9na eating your whole supper like ziti |
When I get to going, I smoke a nigga like a beedi |
I’m leaving 'em all dead, lips blacker than Miss Celie! |
You already know the outcome |
How 'bout turnin' up the volume |
And watch me kill shit |
You already know what I’m talking 'bout |
If you don’t understand the words that’s coming out my mouth |
Then watch me kill shit |