They ain't no stopping us now, my nigga [Freck Billionaire:] Ya clip trip, clip spit Get your strip wet I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats
] Buried all my bones in the sands of the Motherland Our fate in the hands of the white man This involves more than separation The white population occupies
dealin with real life Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics And show these people what my level of skill's like But I'm still white, sometimes
that's just me From them female fantasies frolic freely In my cock pit, every 30 some seconds I can't stop it [Chorus] [Killer Mike] Killer Kill from
all Only wearing a bra, condition in the hair on my balls Not embarrassed at all, nah, just used to horse shit And I'm pore white trash like a used Biore strip
banana, Doowutchyalike. (Yeah, cool, gettin' stupid, once again, you got the sound of the underground. Baby dope is in the house.) (Boyyy!!) (Are we puttin' things in check, Baby
dollar boys club. What you got a hundred thousand for us? The fuck's that? Three rings and a hair cut or some shit? Aiyyo, American Cream Team, baby.
the real good pine [3] - I'm going to vauco in my black seville I follow two my behind a truck with half a mil I make my first stop at my homeboys ranch