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
Preklad: 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
I'm only 17, I didn't mean to kill, man But I was slangin' and bangin' for the thrill, man When they said, I felt chill, man (Kill) But once I pulled
with ya Its nothing, Its nothing Forgive me when Im stopping the rythym Coppin tha eyes, poppin whena I feel eh the rythym Feelin to kill em Willin to thrill
We take it to 'em runnin' nothin' but realness Surely livin' in the life it's for the thrills We went up and over the hill Went through the whole drill Haters try to kill
it Hey, I'm that man, man [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Bubba Sparxxx] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Shit, I'm a Dodge Rammer, god damn if I ain'
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
they gives you blood? Three months man Whatchu doin' in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma How old are you boy? Thirteen Thirteen? Damn,
dey gives you blood? Three months man Whatchu doin' in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma How old are you boy? Thirteen Thirteen? Damn,
bruce and now you wanna duck me And hug me damn vanilla chutney You wanna shut me down like chuck d And I will kill, act ill, thrill with skill, bill
'all breath, I told y'all, death controls y'all Big don't fold y'all, I spit phrases that'll thrill you You're nobody till somebody kills you Do you
near it Words are heard, I never speak the weak You pissed me off, now I'm takin a leak I kill at will, thrill, top bill I'm makin a mill, and damn I
Grinch, I smell your stinch And it is you I so despise I hate you when you destroy buildings and kill millions of children From black white Chinese Sicilian, I thrill
Grinch I smell your stinch And it is you I so despise [Tech N9ne] I hate you when you destroy buildings And kill millions Of children From black white Chinese Cicilian I thrill
it hot) Niggaz won't even sell nicks to you (Not a rock) I spit phrases that'll thrill you I got gats with clips, with lasers that'll kill you Got myself
the open I used to like to go from the shoulders get 'em up, one on ones Now it's a whole different ball game niggas that carry guns A sucka will kill
riding for the thrill, yeah Mama died of a broken heart, the way my brother threw his life away But when they put him in the ground, it like to kill
