Gonna kill and destroy I'm not an animal boy Why don't they understand I'm not an ape man Don't have brain damage I'm not an a wild savage Don't push
Because I know that I've got millions upon millions Of tiny, one-celled organisms living on my skin (Germs) I rub and scrub until my flesh is raw and
About precision timing and vision, get up and go and don't turn back If you, ah, soldier and you know it hold ya head up high And keep stompin' in yo
dick Walked with my face to the groung chanting "Kill that motherfucka, now kill that motherfucka, now" Unloaded on his ass and dumped him in his Abyss And
get up and go and get it if it's really coming Now I got it and I'ma floor the niggas acting The safety's off come and get it if you really want it (
on that table, ready for more Y'all clone him and what if I got my peeps to flip in And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up And your luck get
hands That's not in my plan, to unstrap it and murda ya man, I murda ya man And I go home and got your blood on my clothes, and I'll be guilty But werent
my hands Thats not in my plan, to unstrap it and murda ya man, I murda ya man And i go home and got your blood on my clothes, and i'll be guilty But werent
kill him It had to be a murder Always look a man in the eye before you kill him It had to be a murder Always look a man in the eye before you kill him
lyrics promote drug usage and distribution Degrade women, influence gambling, promote and teach violence And more importantly it's influencing our minors And destroying
'cause I was destined to get it Just remember, I'm the one who took the dope game and flipped it And pimped it, and destroyed everything in the way Of
too deep I'm tired of bein' stepped on, and past around like weed Look me in my eyes (Look me in my eyes) and tell me what you see (and tell me what
But ehrm, stay calm, there's no need for alarm You say go back to your mom, and you're off to Vietnam You shoot to kill, come back and you're a veteran
fuck him up They say that my projects shall undergo therapy We never voted, we voting for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B. [Styles P] The ill rap niggaz that kill Destroy
cot, no window, facing hell. Put in the basement of a prison wit all males And the smell of misery, seatless toilets and centipedes She'd exercise, (paint?,) and
world is getting hungry And it ain't memories you need from me And if memories are all you need from me You're a hard act to please I miss you and it
know you're already my obsession Stop using sex as a weapon Love is more than a one way reflection Stop using sex as a weapon With looks that kill and
hearted boy wretched voice indeed A prosthetic you waitin' to destroy Two sides to Dylan's haw hee Feelin' like a cemetary Karpick a what is in me? A drill a sin try to kill