Song | Real Killer |
Artist | Tech N9ne |
Album | Anghellic |
作曲 : Yates | |
(1st Verse) | |
I was kicking it | |
With this chick for a minute | |
She picked me to hit it | |
Real stiffly I sitted | |
He spit | |
Then we quit it | |
Then I told her | |
To miss me | |
And splitted | |
Quickly I lit it up | |
No problem to get it up | |
Then she called and said | |
She needed me to help her | |
Get rid of what | |
A baby | |
She said she wanted me to kill it | |
No evidence | |
Blood | |
Don't spill it | |
I'm saying at first | |
I didn't feel it | |
But then I started to ponder | |
On what was coming up | |
Yonder | |
A baby by a fling | |
Made days seem | |
Really somber | |
So we both were in agreement | |
The baby I seen it | |
Thinking of killing it | |
Made me almost fall | |
To the cement | |
This ain't a job | |
I can do myself | |
I ain't got the brain for this | |
So I called a homie in Kansas | |
Who was trained for this | |
He said | |
The way I rap | |
And make skrill for a living | |
He said he kills for a living | |
For the grip span | |
He's a hit man | |
So I paid him a fee | |
He told me | |
What date it would be | |
Me and her was down | |
But I really don't think | |
The baby was G | |
So we three road to Kansas | |
Baby probably thinking we scandalous | |
Can't even walk | |
And we band his | |
Life | |
Man is trife | |
Walked in | |
And he told us to relax | |
I sat | |
And he took | |
Her and baby to the back | |
Before I came | |
I smoked some **** | |
To calm me | |
They came back | |
And she was baby less | |
And she was looking like a zombie | |
Baby gone (Baby gone) | |
Were we wrong (Hella wrong) | |
Gotta move on (Gotta move on) | |
Let it alone (yeah) | |
I dropped her off | |
But she didn't hate me | |
For killing the baby | |
She said she still | |
Wanted to date me | |
Crazy | |
I'm riding and I'm thinking | |
Why | |
I took a life | |
But I ain't tweeking | |
I know God | |
Probably thinking | |
I should die | |
(hook) | |
Real killer | |
That is me | |
Real killer | |
That is me | |
Real killer | |
That is me | |
This is what you call a what | |
Real killer | |
That is me | |
Real killer | |
That is me | |
Real killer | |
That is me | |
I don't really give a **** | |
Real killer | |
That is me | |
Real killer | |
That is me | |
Real killer | |
That is me | |
Know that ain't nobody iller | |
Real killer | |
That is me | |
Mass murderer | |
Natural born killer | |
That is me | |
(2nd Verse) | |
A couple of years later | |
I'm creeping with this chicklet | |
Little thick chick | |
Hit it raw | |
And gave her triplets | |
I need to learn to hold my liquid | |
So I called my man | |
In Kansas City, Kan | |
I told him I | |
Needed him to do it again | |
After he put 'em away | |
I asked him | |
Homie how could you | |
Be so raw | |
He said to me | |
How could you be so raw | |
We scatted | |
One year later | |
I splatted | |
In the same chick | |
She wanted to have it | |
But I made her do | |
The same shit | |
So I murdered five kids of mine | |
I'm 'bout to sit in hell a lifetime | |
Bid for mine | |
Cause of abortion | |
No more | |
Abortion | |
Now it's blown out of proportion | |
Insane | |
Never again | |
(hook) |
zuò qǔ : Yates | |
1st Verse | |
I was kicking it | |
With this chick for a minute | |
She picked me to hit it | |
Real stiffly I sitted | |
He spit | |
Then we quit it | |
Then I told her | |
To miss me | |
And splitted | |
Quickly I lit it up | |
No problem to get it up | |
Then she called and said | |
She needed me to help her | |
Get rid of what | |
A baby | |
She said she wanted me to kill it | |
No evidence | |
Blood | |
Don' t spill it | |
I' m saying at first | |
I didn' t feel it | |
But then I started to ponder | |
On what was coming up | |
Yonder | |
A baby by a fling | |
Made days seem | |
Really somber | |
So we both were in agreement | |
The baby I seen it | |
Thinking of killing it | |
Made me almost fall | |
To the cement | |
This ain' t a job | |
I can do myself | |
I ain' t got the brain for this | |
So I called a homie in Kansas | |
Who was trained for this | |
He said | |
The way I rap | |
And make skrill for a living | |
He said he kills for a living | |
For the grip span | |
He' s a hit man | |
So I paid him a fee | |
He told me | |
What date it would be | |
Me and her was down | |
But I really don' t think | |
The baby was G | |
So we three road to Kansas | |
Baby probably thinking we scandalous | |
Can' t even walk | |
And we band his | |
Life | |
Man is trife | |
Walked in | |
And he told us to relax | |
I sat | |
And he took | |
Her and baby to the back | |
Before I came | |
I smoked some | |
To calm me | |
They came back | |
And she was baby less | |
And she was looking like a zombie | |
Baby gone Baby gone | |
Were we wrong Hella wrong | |
Gotta move on Gotta move on | |
Let it alone yeah | |
I dropped her off | |
But she didn' t hate me | |
For killing the baby | |
She said she still | |
Wanted to date me | |
Crazy | |
I' m riding and I' m thinking | |
Why | |
I took a life | |
But I ain' t tweeking | |
I know God | |
Probably thinking | |
I should die | |
hook | |
Real killer | |
That is me | |
Real killer | |
That is me | |
Real killer | |
That is me | |
This is what you call a what | |
Real killer | |
That is me | |
Real killer | |
That is me | |
Real killer | |
That is me | |
I don' t really give a | |
Real killer | |
That is me | |
Real killer | |
That is me | |
Real killer | |
That is me | |
Know that ain' t nobody iller | |
Real killer | |
That is me | |
Mass murderer | |
Natural born killer | |
That is me | |
2nd Verse | |
A couple of years later | |
I' m creeping with this chicklet | |
Little thick chick | |
Hit it raw | |
And gave her triplets | |
I need to learn to hold my liquid | |
So I called my man | |
In Kansas City, Kan | |
I told him I | |
Needed him to do it again | |
After he put ' em away | |
I asked him | |
Homie how could you | |
Be so raw | |
He said to me | |
How could you be so raw | |
We scatted | |
One year later | |
I splatted | |
In the same chick | |
She wanted to have it | |
But I made her do | |
The same shit | |
So I murdered five kids of mine | |
I' m ' bout to sit in hell a lifetime | |
Bid for mine | |
Cause of abortion | |
No more | |
Abortion | |
Now it' s blown out of proportion | |
Insane | |
Never again | |
hook |