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letra de i can be a killa - brotha lynch hung

[verse 1]
i’m a motherf-ckin’ k!lla, peel a n-gga’s cap backwards
and after that jump in the black ‘lac, that mac hurts
open a knapsack, i got a mini-macs and many axes, many hatchets
(what else you got, n-gga?) ak’s and many attachments
matter of fact your bladder will splat all over the mattress
run up in the school and leave that blood all over the campus
more poisonous, cannibal praying mantis
i’ma say it since n-ggas won’t say it, all these n-ggas can’t spit
pick ’em apart like patrick
get hit in the heart, sit in the dark
rippin’ apart insides, n-gga, it’s a thin slice
i used to let these n-ggas use me, n-gga, i been nice
now i’m looking behind my back skating on thin ice
sh-t hittin’ like iron mike tyson and i can
for a low pricе you can get lost like a viking
yeah, i’m that othеr motherf-cker, i ain’t like him
i’ma get my sh-t despite him

[chorus]
i can be a k!lla (i can be a k!lla, i can be a k!lla)
(i can be a k!lla, i can be a k!lla, i can be a k!lla)
instead of rappin’, n-gga, i can be a k!lla
(i can be a k!lla, i can be a k!lla)
(i can be a k!lla, i can be a k!lla, i can be a k!lla)
i can be a k!lla (i can be a k!lla, i can be a k!lla)
(i can be a k!lla, i can be a k!lla, i can be a k!lla)
instead of making beats, n-gga, i can be a k!lla
(i can be a k!lla, i can be a k!lla)
(i can be a k!lla, i can be a k!lla, i can be a k!lla)
grrr, shh
[verse 2]
tip-toe with a pistol, i’m a schitzo, n-gga, just know
i’ma sit low in a ‘6-4, it’s about to be a sh-t show
i know i’m a rhino, fire-starter, pyro
psycho (psycho)
i kinda like when it’s night, though
so i can knife your pretty wife slow
butcher knife, chainsaw k!ller took your life
brains all out
dead bodies in the back, we took a ride (took a ride)
got metaphors like crooked i
took a knife, put it in his windpipe, then like a.i
shoot from long distance then say bye
indo got me way high
the night flight, got me training like fight night
hit a n-gga, night night
police light, hold your heat tight
it’s the n-gga human meat type
the problem is he don’t eat right (yeah, that’s what it is)
he don’t take defeat right
better hold your seat tight
it can really happen one of these nights
run in your house 3 to 5 (hey, get on the ground)
i’m a sick-ass n-gga
opposite of you, you a b-tch-ass n-gga
[chorus]
i can be a k!lla (i can be a k!lla, i can be a k!lla)
(i can be a k!lla, i can be a k!lla, i can be a k!lla)
instead of rappin’, n-gga, i can be a k!lla
(i can be a k!lla, i can be a k!lla)

- brotha lynch hung

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