Lyrics:
Gun Barrel Scream Of The Killer

, click, click Line 'em up, knock 'em down My looks can kill E O E O My body's fully loaded And I got more ammo Line 'em up, knock 'em down My looks can kill

out on Duke, Hez and Latief But he fucked up, he shoulda kept it real and went for kill 'Cause if he don't, these niggaz with black barrels will But,

runs, my how you've gone You're frightened of leaving this Truly gone fishing [Incomprehensible] Go fetch you gun Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel

ve been lived in this town for thirty years And to no one I am a stranger And I put new bullets in my gun Chamber upon chamber And I turned my gun on

cash money nigga What? Calling me killer (Killer) Calling me killer (Killer) Them calling me killer (Killer) Them calling me head busta, cash money nigga (Killer) Killer

gave him a slap But little did he know that the boy was strapped He pulled out his gun and said, "Why'd you hit me?" The barrel headed straight for

And with Hank Junior blaring on the radio We got a tank full of gas and we was on our way We figured we'd go down to New Orleans We were barrelling'

I've lived in this town for thirty years And to no-one I am a stranger And I put new bullets in my gun Chamber upon chamber And I turned my gun on the

on my line, my barrel was gone Her Pepper dine stud screamed, "Val that's what you get" I shot him with a gun behind Neptune's Net Killed a man, I don