Black night, all still, stealth calls, cold kill Night gloves, black gown, job done, quit town We're just having some fun, messing 'round with a gun
Tradução: The Damned. Thrill Kill.
calls Cold kill Night gloves Black gown Job done Quit town We're just having some fun Messing round with a gun Don't get excited I'm just killing some
serve it up oh yes and the hard stuff excess of the zes make it sound right beat it up all you want it's a damn right get up in my way I'll cross your
a doubt Scot Free, so dont even think about tryin to stop me cause i cant wait im out the gate on the for realla a thrilla or a natural born killa [Ice
said, "I never had nothin'- Nothin' I could believe in My girl killed our unborn child Without even grievin'! I put my hands on her belly To feel the kid kickin'-damn
: I'm a killer a chiller a bonafied thriller open you up like a bottle of miller drink but dont hate kiss and just taste sweeeet! got it burning like
: Mechanised death, poisoned last breath In dust realised kill, what a thrill All hell ablaze the furnace gates Stands open wide for genocide Genocide
nappy So take a piece of the pole and be happy [Yo-Yo] Hell no because to me you're not a thriller You come in the room with your three-inch killer Thinking
want to fuck with Biggie Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit It's the low killer death
: Last night was a thriller, was a killer, was a damn good time. I met a pretty girl and I wanted to make her mine. So I took her for a walk and damn
that pipes her She had your baby now you a life-er (damn) And suicide notes you write her Pussy kills.. [Chorus: repeat 2X] Ow what a thrill That's how
black diamonds like a fucking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thriller
: (feat. Christina Milian) Amazing I'm Amazing [x8] I became a monster and a killa next LP better then thriller So call me Michael or call me Prince
, slash ya Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla I came down
My Clan is thick like plaster Bust ya, slash ya Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er I was the thriller in
outta cabs, grabbin money bags Next shot go right through your hovercraft You do the math my answer tounge slash When will you learn it's return of Shaft The genuine thriller
