woulda been better off if only I could But you made me love the side of you nobody sees So tell me, tell me babe Why are you killing me
, away, away, away, away It's the little things that kill Tearing at my brain again Oh, that little things that kill The little things that kill Bigger
I'm out here, I might as well go shopping And put this new bad bitch, I got her some Red Bottoms And all these hating ass niggas want me dead Because
Put me in a hole in the ground With the money and the towel And the women, all runnin' around Can't complain about the mess Momma killed the only dress
sight to see Me and Menta'll come and kill 'em consecutively I walk through the door, I don't even look at the line Smokin' pine, standin' under the exit sign Shorty greets me
at noon And they say the Midwest is in great distress And NASA blew up the moon The ozone layer has no ozone anymore And you're gonna leave me for the
live like I'm in a cartoon Got a bowling ball on a tablespoon A striker striking you out, drop it on your head Kill you a hundred different ways but you're still not dead
And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass And yo my man Tical hit me now Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now Forget me
a little harder Come here, let me show you before you even start to (On the big payday) Yeah (Concentrate) you got to think a little harder Come here, let me
the east where my enemies hound me They wanna hang me for high treason and chivalry And for many other reasons Wanted dead, and a handsome reward for any motherfucker who delivers my head "Shiver me
don't stop Killer Kill from Addamsville with a hot glock, blat They say murder is the case, they wanna throw me I guess these muthafuckas don't know me
sounds like me smack him And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from I lace tunes, I'm out this world like Space Moons With a bunch crazed
of the messages at Shady Records you left me The fourth letter: "Slim, you really startin' to upset me!" The fifth letter told me you were comin' to get me
the nerve to drop my ass up outta college My teacher said I'se a loser, I told her, "Why don't you kill me? I give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna follow
bezzie rock Kicked from fight club, outfit from Eddie Brock I'm goin for the kill, focused on a steady plot John Wilkes the Booth like when he dead aimed
me Shoot my shadows had enough he?s fed up he left me I?m all alone but I love being lonely We outta the trees me and Moka only Start a single fine line
Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me
like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon Before I left the premise, saw two more bitches They told me they was witches, told me hop on they broom
