[Talking]
Killas
Everyone`s a killa now-a day
Killas
Let me tell you about some killa shit
Yo, everyone`s a killa
The first time killas made an attempt on my life
It was all about some money, it was funny
So I laughed, blood bathed it off
That bastard`s soft
Grab my pistol, I`m shootin` missiles
Here`s how you can be a super rap star and people try to kill you too
It`s funny like that when you rap about death
The shit really follows you like every other breath
Watch ya step, a thousand black crows fly through the sky
I hear voices in my head, everyone must die
Why? I dunno, shot another rapper wit` the .44
What the fuck fo`?
Deep in my psychosis lives this ferocious monster
That just wants to crush, grab guns, squeeze triggas, bullets bust
Still can`t get enough, what a rush
Blood stains soak the plush
Carpet, oh shit
Brain matter all over the room scattered
Killas don`t talk but stalk the streets
I`m a complete cannibal, cookin` ya dead meat
The Seventh Sign, walk da flatline
Forever through time, eternally out my mind
While you keep tryin` to save souls from dyin`
And Hell is still hot and muthafuckas still fryin`
And I ain`t lyin` about abortion
`Cuz you can `KKKill the Fetus` and still hear ya baby cryin`
(Chorus)
Everyone...must...die (Everyone must die) [8x]
Everyone must die, I have no excuses for mental abuses
My uzi is useless without the clip in it
Deep inside the darkness I slowly slip in it
Murder by the minute, true confessions of a Smith and Wesson
Livin` in Detroit all my life caused me to `Mental Stress` and
`Panic Attack` and manic depression
Blastin` any assassin, askin` no questions
Murder for hire, my guns won`t retire, you`ll forever feel the fire
Your desire to die collides with my obsession to just let slugs fly
Why must I live like this?
Blood stains on the floor from my slit wrists
Suicidalist, mental poisionest, the flow grows slow into a dark Lotus
`Dead Flowerz` in the `Midnight Hour`
All people kill for the powder of power
Whichever comes first before the guns burst
Life indepentent or the back of a hearse
What`s worse than a wicked rhyme I disperse?
Shells from a gun as I yell and curse
Shells from a gun as I yell and curse
The shells from a gun as I yell and curse
(Chorus)
