(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 shooting 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 with the .44

What the fuck for?

Deep in my psychosis lives this ferocious monster

That just wants to crush, grab guns, squeeze triggers, 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, cooking ya dead meat

The Seventh Sign, walk the flatline

Forever through time, eternally out my mind

While you keep trying to save souls from dying

And Hell is still hot and mothafuckas still frying

And I ain't lying about abortion

Cause you can KKKill the Fetus and still hear ya baby crying

Everyone...must...die (Everyone must die)

Everyone...must...die (Everyone must die)

Everyone...must...die (Everyone must die)

Everyone...must...die (Everyone must die)

Everyone...must...die (Everyone must die)

Everyone...must...die (Everyone must die)

Everyone...must...die (Everyone must die)

Everyone...must...die (Everyone must die)

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

Living in Detroit all my life caused me to Mental Stress and

Panic Attack and manic depression

Blasting any assassin, asking 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

Everyone, must, die (Everyone must die)

Everyone...must...die (Everyone must die)

Everyone...must...die (Everyone must die)

Everyone...must...die (Everyone must die)

Everyone, must, die (Everyone must die)

Everyone...must...die (Everyone must die)

Everyone...must...die (Everyone must die)

Everyone...must...die (Everyone must die)