(verse 1) hey, it's time to get into some sin you been listenin' to gibberish hits in the interum them are done, 'cause here me come so make you stand up, stand tough hands up, damn ya if you don't get it get rid off it, trip if you diggin' it* i guess i got more than my balls and my word i got broads in a herd, chasin' this and all on my nerve they the illness, they feel this* realness, chill bitch i got this bed it's too crowded for you to come get in it i spit that tech shiezter off to yall it's crazy, even michael jackson said "it's off the wall" i brought the sickness, big checks live less, midwest i be the best, don't forget that nobody can get with this so when you see me in the spot, bow down trick i eat, drink, sleep, dress, look and sound rich so jump up, get funked up crunked up, everyone must stop with the jealously with me the haters be riveted (pre chorus) K.I.L.L E to the R uh dot just ain't fair that when i pop up the spot be "like yeah" (chorus) killer, killer it's the gorilla an if they feel ya* they screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeah mister, mister quick to get witcha chick if she get off quick for this* she be like yeah, yeah, yeah (verse 2) i'm back with the heat and yes young fire produced it with true spit i get lots of relish with strange music my crew's thick, duece click and guess who's with two chicks (tech n9ne) in my lou of caribou sick it's super-doo lips everybody in the party will lose it vodka and mountain dew is the new shit thanks to icy rock and demonica, we honor ya and get so much money sometimes i feel like im wearing a yamika you cannot monitor, my money i monetarily astonish ya so what's with the bad comments and all the drama for i can produce a picture, stop with them truce and hitcha i'm at the top but i can be mobbin' and shootin' witcha chip on my shoulder now, mr. nice guy is over wow to a ritzy and older style* from ditzy and gomer powell look at my check swell chicks with wet tails ready to rock it in my pocket got the trojan magnum XL (pre chorus) K.I.L.L E to the R uh dot just ain't fair that when i pop up the spot be "like yeah" (chorus) killer, killer it's the gorilla an if they feel ya* they screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeah mister, mister quick to get witcha chick if she get off quick for this* she be like yeah, yeah, yeah (verse 3) yeah, i think they with me mang, yeah, yeah, this is for the city mang the industry still punks that's why they real slum but when we indie's drop all our records we will dub having a good time's a stackin' with travis be laid back tour' about a hundred and fifty per slap and i made bat haters of course you dought, that im makin' a warped amount* i got ozone, murderdog, double XL and drug accounts (so whats all the fuss* about) Killer in and remorse out* f**k on ceramia you heard that from the horse's mouth it ain't comin' from RBC it ain't comin' from fontana it's comin' from strange music's dontana in a clown manner i take it from baritone, record this it's on chedda honey you in your dreams, you wake up screamin' in falsetta* MTV clipped me, birthday bash show i got fans like cat castro, that'll boost my cash flow MTV completely we sick of it, won't give a bit To see in my eyes, and my blood and my ligiments* you can see that tecca nina don't give a shit (pre chorus) K.I.L.L E to the R uh dot just ain't fair that when i pop up the spot be "like yeah" (chorus) killer, killer it's the gorilla everyday feel ya they screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeah mister, mister quick to get witcha chick if she get off quick brother, she be like yeah, yeah, yeah