I'll kill ya And Jesus can't even hear ya +Thrill+ ya, like Michael Jackson Acting when the time for action Shell gun click out my back and Cee-Lo he
he won't see tomorrow A nigga throw his hands up at me, I send a dummy harmed And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm Then pick up a shell, that
it again and again and again And it's difficult, killing is the wickedest Biblical sin I'm talking about Mama's identical twin I see your face when I look at
waiter or hater of a spectator Seekin' to find the toys, with no flavor See I'm talkin' about those whose vocals ain't comin' off A skill to kill at
First verse, uh, I'm on 'til I'm on a island My life's ridin' on the Autobahn on autopilot Before I touch dirt, I'll kill you all with kindness I kill
to rappers then you can tell From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail Makes you wanna kill
shit on me When I retire I'll be spitting baby food on people At San Ysidro Ranch, huddled up next to her With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs You ever had your cap peeled back
they price range Ain't in they budget, you know they can't spend Where we at, in a league of our own And I know this chick now I'm tryin to meet at my
get a chain that's glistenin' I aspire to get a chain of businesses I retire nigga Gettin' at me ain't what the business is I kill the kitten if he witnesses
Gro in pimp mode The inf' glow on his clothes and you know it's over Hammer hit pin, pin hit shell, from the shell the slug gonna chew ya Try not to lose
niggas eat and they get fat Chase heads up and down the block and kill rats Skilled with the gats, even feds don't know where the shells at The shell
man, Black Caesar Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me Cab just missed me, plus them goochie frames, foul, that's six fifty Stop back at suite, them
up and my pants too If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at And I'm ashmatic,
It's on (Where your sparkle at kid) Ryzarector Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes, the hour
fear me, only as thou'se been guilty Feel me, sincerely yours, Priest, now industry tried to kill me Before sat at tables, like the Savior at The Last
and inches The door was hanging off the hinges (crash) Her eyes met the metal She screamed Oh my God Out the back room the killer with the nose ring Smashed
scream back in heaven For testing us like Wednesdays at eleven Want to recruit and train us to act evilly Save it for the shooting range, so back DVD
Emir of Kuwait gets back in his jet We replace the dead with new cadets Will we hate those who did the shelling Or will we hate those who weren't willing