Kite Performs his feat on Saturday at Bishopsgate The Hendersons will dance and sing As Mr. Kite flys through the ring, don't be late! Messrs. K and
a scene! Over men and horses, hoops and garters Lastly through a hogshead of real fire! In this way Mr. K. will challenge the world! The celebrated Mr. K
m tryina' make grits Him in with the trojan pack 'o six Hin the gin and juice the mix No time to pause, gots to drop draws Prep through a half spankin
horses Randy Moss', I play when I wanna Nut check, gut check, cause I say what I wanna Around six in the six with the throwback Sixers, number six
the crib was going crazy that was in the 80's and now im 17 money cash dreams niggaz be slave I be brave spit like A.K.'s and S.K.'s close range niggaz
And say does Donald Trump have a lotta money Yes a stupid question, but I wont quote ya Cause I'm the Geraldo, Philmore, Oprah I'm the K-I-D R-O-C-K Down
: Oh, the last ten years, it's been quite trip Over thirty-six-hundred spins around without a cosmic slip But within the realm of our atmosphere We're
beat ya Remember when i went into the kitchen got the cleever He aint give a f**k i aint give a f**k neither He could see the devil, see the devil in
from Beatris I'm tryin to see six numbers Pull up at the Grammy awards in six Hummers Leave the Grammy awards with six womens And make a stop at the gas station for six
We can do it how ya want, or take it to tha streets... streets I'll be dressed in camouflage, Ree's on my feet Through your air (through your air) leave
better not sleep, stay awake for the moment It's young Carter come and get it in order oooh...hotter You six feet in the six Im snuffed in the Bentley
you better. I don't dance but I might two-step with you girl. And how about after this we jump in the six and ride out. You know what it is. Chorus:
the program, let no man, interrupt your flow And if that's your man, you better let him know I'm like, Damien Oman, six-six-six The way I be flowin is
Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom With nice homes, 401k's, and nice ass lawns Those
and spread it all around the project blocks I'm sick with glocks now bitches get ridiculous jocks Now thug filthy niggaz walkin through your club with
So can what i do K-roc ain't go beg the believas I'm from where the prophets Niggas that a felt me Make a little rich with a thug (??) click K-roc ain
: (killa klan kaze) [chorus] Killa klan, come get this, big business, Motherfucker be a witness (k-rock from killa klan kaze) Now i was coming in
then you both hit You better check your gut cuz you be so sick Let the chopper leave you wit no dick, Or a plastic bag holdin your shit Leave six in you