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Yeah! Killer keeps it honest 'Cos reality is perception with a weak stomach Bubblin' uneasy like the bowels of hell, boo Enough to make a black ghost turn pale Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah KILL this is the name that came to alter the game Not like these rappers who spit it the same Separate lames from they chain My mind don't slack I'm totally focused on beating up tracks Monsterous music to beat in your 'lac 1000 watt amp with woofers in back Lean to da left if you burnin' a sac Baby, got back and it's in baby phat Pardon me dog for chasin' the cat I'm hittin' all kittens meowin' like that I like the front but I'm lovin' the back I like to bite and I'm hopin' she scratch Escalade dippin' I'm holdin' the lane Mama's a scholar she blowin' my brain Ain't the the life? Snappin' and trappin' and rappin' and frappin' all night Lil mama's a plumber she handlin' pipe I'll wit a pill she handle it right like Iverson Smallest thing on the team but the livest one Cocked loaded bust like a gun Y'all better run, one, one Thump, thump, thump, thump, yeah All in your trunk, yeah Grindin' and hustlin' and gettin' at mine Swervin' and token and grippin' on pine, eyah Bump, bump, bump, bump, yeah All in your trunk, yeah Woofers and tweeters And speakers and geekers Crawl in your bunk, yeah How we gon' stop? Whoa How we gone quit? Shit Brand new shoes and socks on the Chevy I came through swerving like this Good wit the game, gutter fo' show Duckin' you lames and obstacles Don't get that ass in a hospital Wrapped in a cast from head to toe This boy he real Racin' those candy Sevilles through Dixie Hills My car do wheelies they drive on three wheels First round pick like Michael Vick Quarterback status throw passes at chicks Santana Moss when catching the ball Get it? Like Moss she catches the ball Perfectly tuned my engine don't stall And I'm equipped with nitros y'all Ready to rip, burn, roar Ready to tear through your city and tour Took the whole world and murdered that shit Caught the beat runnin' and dipped with that bitch Later for now I'm hustlin' hits Flippin' my words like bricks, trick Thump, thump, thump, thump, yeah All in your trunk, yeah Grindin' and hustlin' and gettin' at mine Swervin' and token and grippin' on pine, eyah Bump, bump, bump, bump, yeah All in your trunk, yeah Woofers and tweeters And speakers and geekers Crawl in your bunk, yeah New, new, that new, new New, new for you, you New new for you you That new, new, that new, new New, new for you, you New, new for you, you That new, new, that new, new New, new for you, you New, new for you, you That new, new, that new, new New, new for you, you New, new for you, you