Like yeah

(verse 1)

hey, it's time to get into some sin

you been listenin' to gibberish hits in the interum

them are done, 'cause here me come

so make you stand up, stand tough

hands up, damn ya

if you don't get it get rid off 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 nerve

they the illness, they feel this*

realness, chill bitch

i got this bed it's too crowded for you to come get in it

i spit that tech shiezter off to yall

it's crazy, even michael jackson said "it's off the wall"

i brought the sickness, big checks

live less, midwest

i be the best, don't forget that nobody can get with this

so when you see me in the spot, bow down trick

i eat, drink, sleep, dress, look and sound rich

so jump up, get funked up

crunked up, everyone must

stop with the jealously with me the haters be riveted

(pre chorus)

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

an if they feel ya*

they screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeah

mister, mister

quick to get witcha

chick if she get off quick for this*

she be 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, duece click and guess who's with two chicks

(tech n9ne) in my lou of caribou sick

it's super-doo lips

everybody in the party will lose it

vodka and mountain dew is the new shit

thanks to icy rock and demonica, we honor ya

and get so much money sometimes i feel like im wearing a yamika

you cannot monitor, my money i monetarily astonish ya

so what's with the bad comments and all the drama for

i can produce a picture,

stop with them truce and hitcha

i'm at the top but i can be mobbin' and shootin' witcha

chip on my shoulder now,

mr. nice guy is over wow

to a ritzy and older style*

from ditzy and gomer powell

look at my check swell

chicks with wet tails

ready to rock it in my pocket

got the trojan magnum XL

(pre chorus)

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

an if they feel ya*

they screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeah

mister, mister

quick to get witcha

chick if she get off quick for this*

she be like yeah, yeah, yeah

(verse 3)

yeah, i think they with me mang,

yeah, yeah, this is for the city mang

the industry still punks

that's why they real slum

but when we indie's drop all our records we will dub

having a good time's a stackin' with travis be laid back

tour' about a hundred and fifty per slap and i made bat

haters of course you dought,

that im makin' a warped amount*

i got ozone, murderdog, double XL and drug accounts

(so whats all the fuss* about) Killer in and remorse out*

f**k on ceramia you heard that from the horse's mouth

it ain't comin' from RBC it ain't comin' from fontana

it's comin' from strange music's dontana in a clown manner

i take it from baritone, record this it's on chedda

honey 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,

won't give a bit

To see in my eyes, and my blood and my ligiments*

you can see that tecca nina don't give a shit

(pre chorus)

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

everyday feel ya

they screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeah

mister, mister

quick to get witcha

chick if she get off quick

brother, she be like yeah, yeah, yeah