| Yeah, yeah.
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| Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
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| Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill (I'm going to kill)
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| Slowly I turn, step by step
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| Through the backwindow, I crept
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| Silent as a mouse on a set
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| While everybody in the house slept,
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| I disconnect the phones and the rest
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| Find a butcherknife
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| Cut the power lines to the lights
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| Now a nigga wild for the night
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| I come like the living death, straight from the dirt
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| Back to avenge his own death on this earth
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| Ever heard of Jason, then you know my work
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| Down to the basement, the dog get it first
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| I can’t help myself, my thoughts ain’t my own
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| The voices in my head just won’t leave me alone
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| Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
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| Pissing on the car seats, flattenin’the wheels
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| So there’s no escape from the fate that awaits
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| No one to witness the horror taking place
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| Yeah, now I’m on my way up the stairs
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| To the bedroom on my prey unaware
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| Heads will be hung from the chimney with care
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| With hopes that the police soon will be here
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| I’m a killer!
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| Yo, yo Fuck knocking, kick the door, evict the four
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| Yell out: «It's a stickup, hit the floor!»
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| You fish cake niggas, stay Lipton off
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| Did your mama name you, or Mrs. Paul’s
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| Battle in session, what’s up with it?
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| I talk like I walk with a fucked up pivot
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| Niggas scream out: «It's just us bitches!»
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| Don’t shoot, out the phonebooth
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| I aim at your party, hit the wrong group
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| «Happy birth…"ow, ow, ow, ow Niggas done snap, runnin’hunch back
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| Ducking, brick walls, get thumbtacked
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| So run laps, for I body you
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| Bust out the size, like karate shoes, Doc
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| Turn velcro, when night falls
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| Central park joggers, wear bright clothes
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| Tae bo, five flo’s
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| Lizard, Centipede, Snake
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| I’m a killer!
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| Cereal, cereal killer (This is the sound of a cow: Howl)
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| Cereal, cereal killer
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| Yo, yo I walk on backs like Mr. Bentley,
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| After p-p-p strips you empty
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| Gather around, for rapid sound
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| Fourth of July was three months ago, shoulda pad 'em down
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| No one will fold both thumbs
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| and eight fingers to square with Joe Young
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| Tongue below one, spit dumb, moron
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| For white boys to snowboard on So whatchu, whatchu, whatchu want?
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| Chew spearmint gum two double pump
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| Two cannons, piece by piece
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| Your school get dazed like G by G Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
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| Take nuts and screws out ferris wheels
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| If you ain’t Missy, payin’no bills
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| Body, you and supermarket, no thrills
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| Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
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| Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill (Cereal, cereal killer)
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| Doc hold my coat, I’m 'bout to go low
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| Titanic MC rock the boat meth
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| Tone deaf rhyme, microphone sex line
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| Next time don’t forget the TEC-9
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| Step, Five digital, context is critical
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| Bomb threat these individiuals thats on deck
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| So you the illest nigga in Nebraska? |
| Hell naw
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| It’s the master, number sixteen, party crasher, Flex
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| I think too much, I drink too much
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| My crew don’t really give two fucks, about you ducks
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| We over here Shaolin
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| What, spontaneous combust when I smoke a bag of dust
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| Ahh what a rush, cigar be the dutch
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| Method Man and Redman, Starsky and Hutch
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| I crush MC’s
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| Can’t trust niggas, niggas can’t trust me
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| I’m a killer! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cereal Killer, artist - Method Man. Album song Blackout!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп