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Killer remix ~ Big Moose

I don't own the rights to this instrumental. Find it here:    • Видео   Words: verse 1 led pipe drippin with red rum, im ted bundy bitches in they bed, comfy, snoring with they head bumpy warning, better get running quick, before you dead, dummy i'll leave u knotted like my pockets when my bread lumpy lames worry bout the D-E-A I got bigger problems, something like a B-T-K I peep ya dame, snatch her, and keep her for days kill her with the tongue twist like the beats i slay like Kai the hitchhiker, my hatchet has filled caskets i shoot lotion down ya hole, then ask you to fill baskets do in ya whole gang, these ratchets is still active beat a beat to death like its strapped to my kill mattress Prey in his gaze, he start blazing, he's john wayne and always get away with it, baby, like jean benet everybody in my lane, im drivin the wrong way drive by her in broad day and do what the song say ima verse 2 bout to go the fuck off, i forgot the foreplay walk what i talk while i stalk divorcees them whores say my main forte is swordplay basement like a morgue where ya rotten corpse stay decapitating rhymers, i hunt minds, im Ed Kemper killin every syllable why i write em in red pencil you just triggered a prick who's death wish is so big my dick hard as a brick, its disfigured, yo fuck a night stalker, dog im a mic stalker traced with the white chalk, let rain wash the pride off ya rip ya face off, take a drank, like im richard chase vampire spittin fire you can get a taste different day a different case, different motive, different place only common trait, is i choke 'em til they break show 'em motion of the ocean then i throw 'em in the lake no emotions, i just mimic, thats the only way im fake verse 3 ima killer, if yall want something realer i'll let the bodies build up, leave a hill like Im Atillah with the thriller illest villain with a quill, ill intent, a venom spiller u aint recognize real? kid you bout to get familiar skip the penicillin, tell the doctor skip the shot aint no building up immunity to what I got aint no unity with u and me, im what u not two birds in my hand if i threw two rocks like an eagle in the desert, make a feast of all these lesser beings built like uncle fester, bitch im fresher than the recipe u aint seen CAKE on your PLATE since Sesame rap god walkin, im a SAINT with the weaponry Jeremey Shockey with the tommy gun, prolly run this shit bout to take a turn when the molly done smokin Reggie, drinkin Bush like its all in fun let ya boy hold ya body like he caught 'em one