the nightmare won't stop Screaming Scream of the killer The scream of the killer that nobody heard He will come back to take his revenge Return 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
Click, click Line 'em up, knock 'em down If looks can kill, E O E O My body's fully loaded And I got more ammo Line 'em up, knock 'em down If 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,
the pistols echo and serve to protect em [Bennie Franks] f**k them niggas hollerin heat with they narrow barrels I got killers that'll bang Jason in
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
not a silly rabbit Well, he's standin' on a corner with his system pumpin' loud Next him goin' off, scream in the crowd A whole lot of screams, a lot
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
party don't end (Yo, yo, yo, yo) Tell that boogers be sellin' like crack He gon' put the little baggies in his nose and suffocate like that Put a fifty in the barrel of a gun
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
loose Never out of season Blackened pride burns inside Shell of bloody treason Here's my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death The killer
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