Letras:
Find Him And Kill Him Robbed

to some killer shit My clips bananas, I kill a gorilla quick Beating on your chest, I see to your death, yep Tell Ecko to make him a suit Tell Reebock to make him

fell, Then scrambled I to my poniard retrieve And asked him now, at death?s third door to tell Why cam?st he hence, and bade him not deceive For if he

s much more to see Before I get killed cause I can't get robbed So before me success and death monage I gotta lost I gotta find v We gotta be together

They're sugar and spice and everything nice But when you get 'em home ain't no telling what you find Right next door is a little old man I seen him eating

fuck on any time or day Or if he dyin' today, or could he find a way Blow niggas over 'turt, bitches, dimes and trays Blow a nigga a jewel and watch him

and yo Until you up stay away from them dice and whores Three smuts, two streaks and a Dyke Can pause one-three rumbles two streaks and a pipe for sure And

Khalil got a gun he got from the rebels To kill the infidels and the American devils A bomb on his waist, a mask on his face Prays five times a day and

me I'm better off jus' left alone And I ain't even tryna go there wit record sales I'm just tryna keep it humble and respect myself Say what up, keep steppin, and

my life has gone to hell and all I got is this lousy t-shirt. I preach to the converted and flip burgers for a living. kill kill kill, no more