Prof Shoot, Shoot, Kill текст песни, слова песни Shoot, Shoot, Kill Prof
Prof - Shoot, Shoot, Kill
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Shoot, Shoot, murder, kill.
Shoot, Shoot, murder, kill.
Shoot, Shoot, Shoot, Shoot, Shoot, Shoot, murder, kill.
Shoot, Shoot, murder, kill.
Shoot, Shoot, murder, kill.
Shoot, Shoot, Shoot, Shoot, murder, kill, murder, kill.
Sick sippin' Simalac, I holler, "where the victims at? "
I'll find them in a cipher, and that's where I kill them at.
I kill you rappers, free stylin', y'all the boring version.
And when you die I won't miss you.
I'm not a morning person.
Ah, God damn it I'm good,
I'm that one that climb that ladder, out of the hundreds who could.
I got y'all under my foot, I'll give you bitches six months,
To turn around and copy my shit you posin' punks.
I need to travel often, young prof, battle problem.
I want beef so bad I swore I heard the cattle talkin'.
Offer me your cup, see if I'm real and I can fill it up.
I think you've mistaken me for someone who might give a fuck.
Tag along with the prof, hop in the back seat,
Roll around the city like Rudolph Nasty,
Got a couple of chickens that swallow fastly,
Call it nasty, follow poppy,
I have already been, well you'll never know,
Five star general, Animal, I'll have them all.
Sure it's like a duracell,
Sure it's like a duracell,
Shoot, shoot, murder, kill.
Personnel, everybody, you and him and her as well.
Everybody
Sure it's like a duracell,
Shoot, shoot, murder, kill.
Personnel, everybody, you and him and her as well.
Oh my God, I'm loose on the streets again,
The only question is which house to put the ether in.
I got my daddy in me, I like to start shit,
I put a fire to your complex apartment.
Oh geez, I'm a fly trapeeze,
Easily, breathes, with your fly trap please,
He's Hercules and his mind raps easily to what it's thinkin', could you rewind that please?
Ladies and gentlement, brethren and sisters,
I'm so sick to the point that my wrist hurts.
This is a meat shop, and I'm the butcher, boy.
You're on my list of everything I hate and could destroy.
I rap with gale force, get the fuck inside your homes.
This ain't sticks and stones, this right here will break your bones.
If you can keep up with me then you're a liar.
Five tracks, four days, mix tape, powderhorn, general kaiser.
I'm Robo-Prof, taller, just about to talk, hawk,
Booties on your carpet, I think I am car sick.
Sure it's like a duracell.
Shoot, shoot, murder, kill.
Personnel, everybody, you and him and her as well.
Yeah my shit stinks, fuck what a bitch thinks,
I'm like a NHL player up in a kids' rink.
I am too big for this, like a McPlayground,
I think I'll stomp my white ass back to A-town.
I'll never...
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