(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 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
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[ 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
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(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 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
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