[feat. Sick Jacken, Sean Price & O.C.] [I'll Bill:] We them trouble shooters in bubblegooses hit you with double Rugers Sell me Rugers guns and goon
[Verse 1: I'll Bill] Every Kennedy was assassinated by the Illuminati They should've went to Yankee Stadium for Giuliani Said Halliburton impersonated
Now strapped onto a table being operated on By numerous species of various extraterrestrial feces Transcended beyond existing thesis No anaesthesia screaming, "Please kill
the time! I'm bout to Kill Bill! (Kill Bill!) First thing in the morning! Bout to Kill Bill! (Kill Bill!) I'll Catch him while he yawning! Bout to Kill Bill! (Kill Bill
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kill a cop [x6] Let's all kill a cop, and get locked up, what That's how you kill a cop [x6] Let's all kill a cop, and get locked up [Verse Three] Yeahhhh
Я старалась, ожидала, макияж был по журналу, Только мимо ты проходишь, Дима! Запрещённые приёмы мне давным-давно знакомы, Только, милый, я на всё забила
You're a lucky guy when you consider The highest bidder can't buy The gleam in your eyes You're a lucky guy Thank your lucky stars You've got a honey
you praise? That guy was dead in thirty days John Tyler, he liked country folk And after him came President Polk Zachary Taylor liked to smoke His breath killed
are gray You know I wouldn't have it Any other way, yeah Your mother's words They're, they're ringing still But your mother Don't pay our bills, yeah
harass, reflect on the past When I used to pull spine outcho ass Live nigga's go stack money, continue to bill shit Long as I'm in this fucker, I'm determined to kill
Ghost is intelligent Made 30 offa Def Jam I was killin 'em Did cash on One-Sixteen I was feelin 'em Them days kept a crisp cold dollar bill on 'em I lived
We was livin' it up All the sexy young bitches ain't stressin' givin' it up Same bitches suckin' dick tryin' to dress to thrill me Said the niggaz I killed is out to kill
? Do you know? Verse Two: Puff Daddy Shorty was brimmin, singin, hangin with cats who move bricks Heard she do backflips, for niggaz who stack chips Suck for dough, now she fuck for Bills
patnas [Chorus] [Verse 3] Dear lord heavenly father please forgive me Can't turn back on em now these niggas feel me Never dream of lettin em down that s-t'll kill
patnas [Chorus] [Verse 3] Dear lord heavenly father please forgive me Can't turn back on em now these niggas feel me Never dream of lettin em down that shit'll kill
speculations linger music is power Extortion is the ringer ...killing Mexican singers Is the world coming to an end God gives us time to fight with the .. within Man killing
Well, I walk into the room Passing out hundred dollar bills And it kills and it thrills Like the horns on my Silverado grill And I buy the bar a double