作词 : Bean, Coles, Rooney My God, so they are killers I've heard lots of people say once a man's a killer They just keep on killing and killing They sort of develop a taste for blood Yeah, that's right, they kill one man or kill ten It's all the same after all, they can only hang you once Both hands clusty, chillin' with my man Rusty low down Blew off the burner kinda dusty The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape Rae co-host Monty Hall expo, intellect you red pro Son triflin' ****, wildflower on the cyclin' Pick up the brew thought I was Michael an' Mics are writin' pool, now, I'm into Iron DualsTurn-ons the Earth's whoopee, she out of law school In hale break beats of hell A-Alikes propel parallel Duracell night, you flash a burnt cell Snap out of CandyLand, kids the old rumor is Blacks become immune to ****, we never did like Eatin' dead birds chose the pharmacy over herbs Men marryin' men, ill they got the herbs pulsar Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter Livin' off land you god damn right, I ****, fans king me Check, checkmate props like the micro chip founder Neck to neck stocks with Bill Gates now When we hug these mics we get busy Come and have a good time with G O DMake you snap your fingers or wiggle Scream, shout, laugh and just giggle Shake that body, party that body Don't **** with Ghost ,you'll feel sorry That's word, I'm not the herb Understand what I'm sayin', sayin', sayin' Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in the grass it's spiteful Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter Culprit, prince of the game, wish you could see us We lay low glitter wax full bangles Priceless rolls, lay around the God, get tangled Woolly hair, eyes firey red, feet made of brass Twelve men, following me, it be the God staffMove, every script's like MiramaxSmash the big boy totaled it, will shot fear effects Son beamin' wifee on the beach, sippin' ZimaWu 'binos to latinos, we bust SelenaOver night, God schedules, fed ex Pretty soloette velvet nice DNA scroll genetics Too hot to handle one thought scramblin' the mandolin Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain, smack 'em, say when He rollin' up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts Yo, kid stop frontin' on the ground before you get touched It's Canada Dry sess, obsessed with Allah's sun We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry What we do, depends on breath control So it's the first thing you must learn Fortunately it's easy, you'll soon learn My God so they are killers Killing and killing, they sort of develop a taste for blood My God so they are killers My God, my God so they are killers
作词 : Bean, Coles, Rooney My God, so they are killers I've heard lots of people say once a man's a killer They just keep on killing and killing They sort of develop a taste for blood Yeah, that's right, they kill one man or kill ten It's all the same after all, they can only hang you once Both hands clusty, chillin' with my man Rusty low down Blew off the burner kinda dusty The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape Rae co-host Monty Hall expo, intellect you red pro Son triflin' ****, wildflower on the cyclin' Pick up the brew thought I was Michael an' Mics are writin' pool, now, I'm into Iron DualsTurn-ons the Earth's whoopee, she out of law school In hale break beats of hell A-Alikes propel parallel Duracell night, you flash a burnt cell Snap out of CandyLand, kids the old rumor is Blacks become immune to ****, we never did like Eatin' dead birds chose the pharmacy over herbs Men marryin' men, ill they got the herbs pulsar Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter Livin' off land you god damn right, I ****, fans king me Check, checkmate props like the micro chip founder Neck to neck stocks with Bill Gates now When we hug these mics we get busy Come and have a good time with G O DMake you snap your fingers or wiggle Scream, shout, laugh and just giggle Shake that body, party that body Don't **** with Ghost ,you'll feel sorry That's word, I'm not the herb Understand what I'm sayin', sayin', sayin' Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in the grass it's spiteful Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter Culprit, prince of the game, wish you could see us We lay low glitter wax full bangles Priceless rolls, lay around the God, get tangled Woolly hair, eyes firey red, feet made of brass Twelve men, following me, it be the God staffMove, every script's like MiramaxSmash the big boy totaled it, will shot fear effects Son beamin' wifee on the beach, sippin' ZimaWu 'binos to latinos, we bust SelenaOver night, God schedules, fed ex Pretty soloette velvet nice DNA scroll genetics Too hot to handle one thought scramblin' the mandolin Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain, smack 'em, say when He rollin' up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts Yo, kid stop frontin' on the ground before you get touched It's Canada Dry sess, obsessed with Allah's sun We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry What we do, depends on breath control So it's the first thing you must learn Fortunately it's easy, you'll soon learn My God so they are killers Killing and killing, they sort of develop a taste for blood My God so they are killers My God, my God so they are killers
