Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kill Me, artist - Natas. Album song WicketWorldWide.COM, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
Kill Me |
I’m wonderin should I and how could I Escape from the planet of the apes |
Gorilla meister, suicide’s quicker |
But I’d rather beat the killer dead then dead |
Nigga body bled, red flows through the river |
When dead men float but I step through the smoke in Heaven |
It’s no emergency whatsoever, so never apologetic |
It’s hectic and devilish in the killin fields |
Gone take more than Michael Jackson to make the world heal |
I’m ill, so many wish for my death I feel I’m suicidal |
But I don’t mess all what they want me to do is die |
So ressurect the show from related chemicals |
Mad science count it down as it rolls and it blows |
It’s me, tickin time bomb walkin freely |
Through any facility, ain’t no killin me Niggaz kill me, they wanna kill me They fuckin with the real in me They wanna see the ill me Niggaz kill me hopin my futures lookin dim |
I just go with the flows movement of dead men don’t swim |
Plus my religion, never livin in fear |
Need a witness leave one of these bitches, with chicks to volunteer |
To fuck with me never fuck with me, what it be |
I’m ready to die, my life is just a luxury |
Defended be defenseless, sweat by the minutes |
I’m sick, never drownin in my own shit |
Do or die, you came to fry, you justify |
Sticky for the niggaz who do voodoo in the sky |
This game of death we play is for killas only |
And its a bitch, these bustas runnin up on me |
Look it, behavior sins tales to the cowardly |
Stiff enough to break in half, break off every worker on the staff |
Your last days is numbered by my wicked ways |
I hate to say it, but every step wrong ya stepped into a grave |
It never ceased to amaze me I gotta X every nigga who thought you lookin at? |
You all a crazy |
Dead men walkin through the grave zone |
I’m sick of waitin for death like I got the wrong colors on This ain’t Killa Cali, Detroit is where I’m from |
Next gangbangin ass nigga to claim my hood won’t live to see the sun |
Never thought I’d have to step in the middle a war on my block |
Killa murder plot, fuck it you |