(verse 1)
ay, it's to get into some sin you been listenin' to gibberish in the interum them are done, 'cause here me so make you stand up, stand hands up, ya if you don't get it get rid off it, if you diggin' it* i guess i got than my balls and my word i got in a herd, chasin' this and all on my nerve they the illness, feel this* realness, bitch i got this bed it's too crowded for you to get in it i spit tech shiza off to yall it's crazy, even michael jackson "it's off the wall" i'm the sickness, big checks live less, i be the best, forget that nobody can get with this so you see me in the spot, bow down trick i eat, drink, sleep, dress, and sound rich so jump up, get up crunked up, everyone stop with the jealously me the haters be riveted
(pre chorus)
K.I.L.L E to the R uh dot just ain't fair that i pop up the spot be "like yeah"
(chorus)
killer, it's the an if they ya* they like yeah, yeah, yeah mister, to get witcha chick if she get off quick for she be yeah, yeah, yeah
(verse 2)
i'm back with the heat and yes fire produced it with true spit i get lots of relish with music my crew's thick, deuce click and guess who's two chicks (tech n9ne) in my lou of sick it's super-doo in the party will lose it vodka and dew is the new shit thanks to icy rock and demonica, we ya and get so money sometimes i feel like im wearing a Yamika you cannot monitor, my i monetarily astonish ya so with the bad comments and all the drama for i can a picture, stop them truce and hitcha i'm at the top but i can be and shootin' witcha on my shoulder now, mr. nice guy is wow to a ritzy and style* from ditzy and gomer look at my swell chicks wet tails to rock it in my pocket got the magnum XL
(pre chorus)
K.I.L.L E to the R uh dot just fair that when i pop up the spot be "like yeah"
(chorus)
killer, the gorilla an if feel ya* they screamin' like yeah, yeah, mister, to get witcha chick if she get off for this* she be yeah, yeah, yeah
(verse 3)
Yeah, I they with me mane, yeah, yeah, this is City mane. the industry punks why they real slum but when we indie's all our records we will dub having a good time's a stackin' with travis be laid tour' about a hundred and fifty per slap and i bat haters of you doubt, that im makin' a warped i got ozone, murderdog, double XL and source (so whats all the fuss* about) Killer in and remorse fuck on you heard that from the horse's mouth it ain't comin' from RBC, it ain't from fontana, it's comin' from strange music's in a clown manner i take it from baritone, this it's on chedda hunting you in your dreams, you up screamin' in falsetta* MTV clipped me, bash show i got fans like cat castro, boost my cash flow MTV completely we of it, won't a bit Just look in my eyes, and my and my ligiments* you can see that nina don't give a shit
(pre chorus)
K.I.L.L E to the R uh dot just ain't fair when i pop up the spot be "like yeah"
(chorus)
killer, it's the and if feel ya they like yeah, yeah, yeah mister, to get witcha chick if she get a whiff of brother, she be like yeah, yeah,