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[Verse 1:] Hey It's time to get into some sin You been listenin' to gibberish hits in the interim Them are done cause hear me come To make you stand up, stand tough, hands up, damn ya If you don't get it get rid of it, trip if you diggin' it I guess I got more than my balls and my word I got broads in a herd chasin' this and all on my nerves They got the illness, they feel this realness, chill bitch I got a bed that's too crowded for you to come get in it I spit that Tech sheiza off to y'all It's crazy, even Michael Jackson said it's off the wall I brought the sickness, big Tech's lidless, Midwest I be the best don't forget it nobody can get with it So when you see me in the spot, bow down trick I eat, drink, sleep, dress, look and sound rich So jump up, they pumped up, crunked up, everyone must Stop with the jealousy with me the haters be rivvited (K-I-L-L) E to the R uh dot Just ain't fair, that when I pop up the spot be like YEAH [Chorus:] Killer killer, it's the gorilla, and if they feel ya They screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeah Like yeah, yeah, yeah Letras de cancionesMister, mister, quick to get with'cha Chick if she get a whip for this She be like yeah, yeah, yeah Like yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2:] I'm back with the heat, and yes Young Fire produced it With true spit, I get lots of relish with Strange Music My crew's thick, deuce click, and guess who's with Two chicks, in my lou of caribou sift [? ] Everybody in the party will lose it Vodka and Mountain Dew is the new shit Thanks to Icey Rock and Demonica, we honor ya And I get so much money sometimes it feel like I'm wearin' a Yamaka You cannot monitor my money I'll monetarily astonish ya So what's with the bad comments and all the drama for I can produce a picture Stop with the truths that hit ya I'm at the top but I can be poppin' and shootin' with'cha Chip on my shoulder now, Mr. Nice Guy is over wow To a ritzy and older style, from ditzy and gomer pow Look at my checks swell, chicks with wet tails Ready to rock it in my pocket, got the Trojan Magnum XL's (K-I-L-L) E to the R uh dot Just ain't fair, that when I pop up the spot be like YEAH [Chorus:] Killer killer, it's the gorilla, and if they feel ya They screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeah Like yeah, yeah, yeah Mister, mister, quick to get with'cha Chick if she get a whip for this She be like yeah, yeah, yeah Like yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 3:] Tech N9ne, Yeah I think they ready mang Yeah, yeah, this is Kansas City mang The industry's still punks, that's why they will slump But when we [? ] drop all our records, we will dump Havin' a good time to stackin' it with Travis we laid back Doin' about a 150 with slaps in the Maybach Haters of course you doubt, that I'm makin' a warped amount I got Ozone, Murder Dog, XXL and Source accounts So what's all the fuss about? Killer in and remorse is out Fuck [? ] You heard that from the horse's mouth It ain't coming from RBC, it ain't coming from Fontana It's coming from Strange Music's don tana, in a calm manner I say this in baritone, we come to get all cheddar Hauntin' you in your dreams, you wake up screamin' in falsetta MTV clipped me birthday bash show I got fans like Cat Castro that'll boost my cash flow MTV, completely we sick of it, you won't give a bit Just look at my eyes, my blood, and my ligaments You can see that Tecca Nina don't give a shit (K-I-L-L) E to the R uh dot Just ain't fair, that when I pop up the spot be like YEAH [Chorus:] Killer killer, it's the gorilla, and if they feel ya They screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeah Like yeah, yeah, yeah Mister, mister, quick to get with'cha Chick if she get a whip for this She be like yeah, yeah, yeah Like yeah, yeah, yeah From Letras Mania