Текст песни Killing Spree

(At night movin quickly on a new mission)

(When it comes to microphones, I leave my victims found slain)

(Killin everybody in sight)

[ VERSE 1 ]

I orchestrate mass murder with a .38

Shot after shot slugs dive in your chest plate

I got a news for bitch niggas who hang around me

For proof look at the dead bodies that lay around me

You see, I love to see a nigga with his neck slit

Where the knife exits and bloods squirts from his flesh quick

He's juggin his cut

He's on the ground huggin his nuts

Cause he never felt this kinda pain

Ogygen leaks from your brain

24 seconds before pin out slain

Lookin plain, there's no life that remains

As you regain consciousness

I kick your asophagus, now you're left lifeless

As triflin as that seems, I can do much worse

Imagine the shit I do to see you in a hearse

When you're hurt, I'm happy as hell

We can go toes, my gun clappin is swell

I'm on a killin spree

[ CHORUS ]

Goin from state to state

With a nickel-plate

Goin from home to home

Puttin chrome to domes

Goin all across America

Scarin ya

Cause lyrically

Myke Miers is on a killin spree

[ VERSE 2 ]

On to the next victim, let's pick him

A white boy in Lexus, let's lick him

I put the gun to the window, but he don't know

He's in another world blizzed, bet he sniffin some blow

So I let off one, see if he would respond

The shot hit the dashboard and ricoched in his arm

Got a passion to kill, I'm blastin at will
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Blood splashed on my grill

Mykill's up close and personal

My arsenal is equipped to lynch

Brutalize em all, because I got a blood thirst to quench

A bloodbath is the only way that I get cleaned

Bullets pierce your spleen from the M-16

Or a A.K., no Hollywood style

I gets away clean with dead bodies for miles

All smiles turn to frowns when I enter your town

Cause I puts it down like Berkowitz

When it comes to murder hits

Killin spree

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 3 ]

All they found was a bloody hatchet

And a bloody matress

And a slain body of a bloody actress

First name Sharon, last name Tate

Was this the work of Manson or Miers? Well wait

I can take lives, stake knifes

Fuck a A.K. or a nine

I use Louisville Sluggers

To blood-jam muthafuckas

It's not all good

I'm the rap version of Blair Underwood

_Just Cause_, niggas must pause

Cause I bust y'all

My fo' pounder will ground ya

Got you scared like a bitch when my whole crew surround ya

I'm down to do what it takes to lyrically make

The industry shake, because I'm finna be great

Erase ya like Schwarzenegger, stake ya out

Before I take ya out I duct-tape your mouth

Sendin niggas south of heaven

With a Mac-11

Is y'all feelin me?

I have the ability to kill MC's

Killin spree

[ CHORUS ]

(I do not think twice about the MC's I slay)