in the bag, bitch And I won't kill you What? Oh my God, don't kill me I'm not gonna kill you bitch, quit lookin' around Just don't kill me, I have two
The epitomy of rap rock I make a block party, bop to the sounds of a hot glock From New York down to Georgia, it don't stop Killer Kill from Addamsville
ripped out and crushed They say Proof just flipped out, homie just swift out and bust Nah, it ain't like Doody to do that He wouldn't fuckin' shoot
nervous wreck I deserve respect but I work a sweat for this worthless check 'Bout to burst this tech at somebody to reverse this debt Minimum wage got my adrenaline caged
days we used to put water in our cereal Now we crossing borders just to shoot another video It's Tony Montana, full body armor Soning niggas like Alfredo in Godfather Two shot
And bust shots 'til the coppers bring the choppers in The squad cars try to box me in But I got knowledge of self and it's stronger Than any cage you
gold plate, my slang kills My Benz spills, what up Lils? Murder one Dunn Killer bee stung, guess who back home, Son? My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon Cristal bottles, cages
news about killah priest, ya know] I've found a star, [out here, right now it's madness, ] Where do we go from here, [things going on, word, shooting
no escape There's no eat no drink cant take a break No seat to sit down you gotta stand up The record on the wheel reacts like a handcuff Your in a cage
"} Kill niggaz real easy dawg Ghost in the flesh, fuck a Ouija Board Droptop Beamer with the BB's on Gun in your face, and I ain't shoot BB's dawg {"Put
killing every rapper in the game And holding something up My haze said to me You need to calm down when the rage come to you 'Fore a grave or a cage
you feel if niggas wanted you killed? You'd probably move to a new house on a new hill And choose a new spot if niggas wanted you shot I ain't a thug
, a killa but Mack I'll be the dope deala Killa county is a state, murda Killa county is a state, murda Killa county is a state, murda Killa county is
house For fuckin' round, runnin' off at his damn mouth Yep, back in the days it wasn't 'bout fame Plus it wasn't 'bout a name and it wasn't no thang To kill
ya face Like Nicholas Cage, the way that I feel is thrill Fuck a dollar bill, I live for the slaves that got killed From the white sheets walkin', snitch
can rap 'til you blue in the face You'll probably turn into smurfs with the time that you waste Throughout history they thrown shots at the greats But I shoot
' chances runnin' around upon me I got somethin' waitin' in a cage for you Wipe that smile off your face when you see us ridin' through Killin' 'em all
takin chances runnin around upon me I got somethin waitin in a cage for you Wipe that smile off your face when you see us ridin through Killin 'em all