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Method Man Yeah.. yeah.. huahh.. hahh.. Murda murda murda, kill kill kill That's right.. (killer, killer) Murda murda murda, kill kill kill Flex.. flex.. flex.. flex.. (I'm going to kill you!) Verse One: Method Man Slowly I turn, step by step Through the back window, I crept Silent as a mouse on the set While everybody in the house slept I disconnect the phones and the rest Find a butcher knife, cut the power lines to the lights Now a nigga wild for the night I come like the livin dead, straight from the dirt Back to avenge his own death on this earth Ever hear of Jason? Then you know my work Down to the basement, the dog get it first I can't help myself, my thoughts ain't my own The voices in my head just won't leave me alone Murda murda murda, kill kill kill Pissin on the car seats, flattenin the wheels So there's no escape from the fate that awaits No one to witness the horror takin place Yea! Now I'm on my way up the stairs To the bedroom of my prey unaware Heads will be hung from the chimney with care with hopes that the police soon will be here I'm a KILLER! (Eye Witness News, channel 7 We are at the scene, of a, horrific crime ladies and gentlemen I can't describe it right now..) Verse Two: Redman Yo.. Yo, fuck knockin, kick the door, evict the four Yell out, "It's a stick-up, hit the floor!" You fish cake niggaz, stay lippin off Did your mama name you, or Mrs. Paul's? Battlin session, what's up with it? I talk like I walk with a fucked up pivot Niggaz scream out, "It's just us bitches!" "Don't shoot," out the phone booth I aim at your party, hit the wrong group "Happy birth..." oooh, ooh ooh ooh! Niggaz done snapped, runnin hunchback Duckin, brick walls get thumbtacked So run laps, 'fore I body you Bust out the sides, like karate shoes Doc, turned velcro when night falls Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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