Released: October 13, 2005
Featuring: Tech N9ne
Songwriter: Killa C Tech N9ne
[Verse 1: Killa C]
Here I come now, aimin straight for your grill
Your body I will kill, motherfucker, that's real
Bout to bust your brain, till you go insane
I'm a lion heart, not what you can tame
Now it's time to die, and the time will fly
As I release the heat, my slugs inside
Your mind no rewind, I'm killing all the time
Might start the chainsaw, and run down the line
Then blood will splatter, like everywhere
With heads and limbs, gathering the air
Oh yeah that's me, in the city killing for free
You will write to me, be afraid of me
A bitch who's a trick, will ride the dick
We roll with killers, and we roll in thick
Unload the clip, like I give a shit
Here come the sirons, yo Tech, let's dip
[Chorus: Killa C]
Haters, you can die
Demans, you can die
Bitches, you can die
Motherfuckers, die
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
How many motherfuckers wanna get hostil?
We get gosple on your [?]
Monstrocity, call it Socratese
Droppin phelosofies, on how to kill all the bosses
It's up to me
I don't trip, get the thing off of me
I ain't trippin off you jealous motherfuckers, yeah
You don't want me to bring the unit, thug wreckers, man
[?] exploaded [?]
Don't act like you don't know this
Fame is gonna clown
Pain, that's what I found
Bang with an insane chain gang, Strange shit
Like the Blood and Crip battle shit on the street
I'm like your grandmother's callissis on her feet
Get up out my way if you ain't family
Insanity, colamity, struck in amoty
Killa C, with your boy Tech N9ne
We snappin necks and shit
We stackin rellish, all you haters, you can rest in piss
[Chorus: Killa C]
Haters, you can die
Demans, you can die
Bitches, you can die
Motherfuckers, die
Here I come now, aimin straight for your grill
Your body I will kill, motherfucker, that's real
Bout to bust your brain, till you go insane
I'm a lion heart, not what you can tame
Now it's time to die, and the time will fly
As I release the heat, my slugs inside
Your mind no rewind, I'm killing all the time
Might start the chainsaw, and run down the line
Then blood will splatter, like everywhere
With heads and limbs, gathering the air
Oh yeah that's me, in the city killing for free
You will write to me, be afraid of me
A bitch who's a trick, will ride the dick
We roll with killers, and we roll in thick
Unload the clip, like I give a shit
Here come the sirons, yo Tech, let's dip
[Chorus: Killa C]
Haters, you can die
Demans, you can die
Bitches, you can die
Motherfuckers, die
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
How many motherfuckers wanna get hostil?
We get gosple on your [?]
Monstrocity, call it Socratese
Droppin phelosofies, on how to kill all the bosses
It's up to me
I don't trip, get the thing off of me
I ain't trippin off you jealous motherfuckers, yeah
You don't want me to bring the unit, thug wreckers, man
[?] exploaded [?]
Don't act like you don't know this
Fame is gonna clown
Pain, that's what I found
Bang with an insane chain gang, Strange shit
Like the Blood and Crip battle shit on the street
I'm like your grandmother's callissis on her feet
Get up out my way if you ain't family
Insanity, colamity, struck in amoty
Killa C, with your boy Tech N9ne
We snappin necks and shit
We stackin rellish, all you haters, you can rest in piss
[Chorus: Killa C]
Haters, you can die
Demans, you can die
Bitches, you can die
Motherfuckers, die