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killa c – 6 ways from sunday lyrics

[k!lla c]
open them lips, you get cut into pieces
metamorphed into food and then into feeces
i’m cooking a thesis, my stove top’s delicious
murder is not where i am …
i loath you motherf-ckers, so keep talking sh-t
when i see you in person, i’m aiming for your d-ck
you b-tch get a clip, and turn into a trick
r. kelly yo -ss, take a shower in p-ss
i rap with legends, motherf-cker you don’t
f-ck around, talk sh-t, i crash a plane in your home
you might see me on a row, or out on a boat
i chain you to cinderblocks so your -ss don’t float
this is truth that i’m spitting, it’s real f-cking simple
i’m aiming for your brain and your girlfriends nipple
i know that you b-tches stay scared and aware of me
i’ll gut yo -ss up like that f-ggot ………

[tech n9ne]
i be the epitomy of evil, mind is …
installation 1990 find me off on my steeple
h-ll and heaven’s my gospel
all 6’s and 7’s i’m hostile uncanny
clip yo wiz and i spill j-zz in her f-nny
i is in her panties, tech nina higher than a pill horse
partially god’s angel but i fly with a hill force
i lie and smell torch cause i, bi-polar
i love you and i’m thinking of eating you
with a reasoning(?) and gorgonzola
and i’ll eat all you b-tches black to liveanians(?)
that’s why the industry look at me like i’m damian
and i ain’t the prettiest, some stay back like i’m hideous, run
if he don’t then he stuck on whack and … pitiless
k!lla cizzle and me, see we first cl-ss
and the mothern-gg-s woofin’ on us, they be third cl-ss
the nina, see me burst blast
big nick tell me he got a alligator mouth and a tweety bird -ss b-tch

[haystak]
i’m comin’ in from …., i follow the k!ller into the building
you’re now tuned mister mcmill(?)
i smack children, put b-tches on they back
big, loud and rowdy, don’t know how to act
attack, like a pitt when you take me off the chain
… i do my thug thug thang
come here, let me have a closer look at your brain
the wall behind you is covered with stains
you claim to be a gangster, you’s a little snitch
you hang up on me again and i’ll gut you like a fish you little b-tch
this ain’t no f-ckin’ scary movie, this reality holmes
and you dealin’ with the man on the brink of insanity
n-body move, you still get hurt
run for your life or you’re ’bout to get burned up
stand back while i state my case
you gon’ f-ck around and make me paint my face

[spice-1]
close your eyes and grip yo d-ck
i’m about to hit you with this clip
say goodbye to the bad guy
light ’em up for f-ckin’ with my chips
hit ’em with the four five, watch ’em bleed
………….
if a n-gg- get caught up in my gunplay
he gon’ die up in these streets
motherf-ckers know ’bout how we do it
threw the b-tch n-gg- up in the trunk
if a n-gg- know about bosselini then he know that i’m gon’ …
put ’em in the coffin while i’m coughin
smoke a sticky …
slip ‘n slidin’ hittin’ corners
n-gg-s that told me where you hidin’
you ain’t slick, you ain’t sly
motherf-ckers just can’t escape
monkey -ss n-gg-s can’t f-ck with these real apes
so i’m a k!lla, see?
rollin’ a blunt with k!lla c
with my ……. and my artillerie
motherf-ckers don’t wanna see me roll
b-tch n-gg-s don’t wanna see me ride
n-gg- this mister bosselini certified and fortified, immortalized
that n-gg- that put 2 slugs in that -ss
don’t let your mouth write a check that your b-lls can’t cash, n-gg-

[bizarre]
off the wall, about to f-cking lose it
i don’t talk sh-t, goddammit i do it
surreal world, f-ck …… with a broom
take a shroom, and p-ss out and vern this room
see how crazy that sounds?
into the mind of a 29 year old pedophile
my dad was a f-g, touched my brother every day
now you know how i feel about g-ys
talk sh-t, end up on the sh-tlist
suck my d-ck and taste syfilus
i’m a rockstar, i party every night
f-ck weed, i put a 8-ball in the pipe
it ain’t right, how i talk about drugs
xanax, vicodin got me f-cked up
this d-12 get shot, beat and stabbed
catch me in my tenner, in a meth lab

[skatterman]
skatterman motherf-cker yeah i’m down with this sick sh-t
you’re man wanted a kilo so i sold him this b-tch quick
he came back, i guess he wanted a refund
hear the sounds of my screwdriver piercing his weak lungs
p-ssy, spewing blood all on my tennis shoes
being dragged to the tub where i’ma finish you
i grabbed the lighter fluid, and a matchstick
the skin on his face melted like plastic
the smoke alarm is going off, the house is full of smoke
guess i was trippin’ cause the whole house is full of dope
before i get to packin’ i watch his flesh seized
grab my work and now i’m down on the next street
i light me swisha up to calm my nerves down
i hear the ambulance and the ghetto bird now
the cops …. grab my pistol and i let it off
then realised my bullet riddled body likely set it off

- killa c lyrics

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