Lyrics:

Intro
My God So They Are Killers.
i've Heard Lots Of People Say Once A Man's A Killer They Just Keep
on Killing And Killing; They Sort Of Develop A Taste For Blood.
Yeah That's Right. They Kill One Man Or Kill Ten
it's All The Same (Yes). After All (Indecipherable)

verse 1
both Hands Clutchy Chillin' Wit My Man Rusty Low Down
blew Off The Burner Kinda Dusty
the World Can't Touch Ghost Purple Tank Rae Co-Host
mafia Whore Expo, Intellect You Red Pro
son Triflin' Fuck, Wildflower On The Cyclin'
pick Up The Brew Thought I Was Michael An'
mics Are Writin' Pool, Now, I'm Into Iron Do's
turn-Ons The Earth's Whoopee, She Got A Love Screw
in Hale Break Beats Of Hell Aerolight Propel Parallel
doris Sell Night, You Flashin' Burnt Cells
snap In The Candy Land Kids The Old Rumor Is
blacks Become Immune To Shit, We Never Did Like
eatin' Dead Birds Shut The Pharmacy Over Herbs
men Maryin' Men, Ill They Got The Herbs Pulsar
scissor Hand Wig Vanished In The Winter
livin' Off Land You God Damn Right I Fuck Fans Camay
check Checkmate Prize Like The Cycle Champ Rounder
snake The Next Stock With Bill Gates Now

chorus
when We Hug These Mics We Get Busy
come And Have A Good Time With G-O-D
make You Snap Your Fingers Or Wiggle
scream, Shout, Laugh And Just Giggle
shake That Body, Party That Body
don't Fuck With Ghost You'll Feel Sorry
that's Word, I'm Not The Herb
understand What I'm Sayin' (Echo)

verse 2
hit Mics Like Ted Coppo, Rifle Expert
let Off The Eiffel, Burn A Flag In The Grass It's Spiteful
ringleader Set It Off, Rap Derek Jeter
culprit, Prince Of The Game Wish You Could See Us
we Lay Low Clear The Wax Phone Bangers
priceless Roll, Lay Around The God Get Tangled
woolly Hair, Eyes Firey Red, Feet Made Of Bread
twelve Men, Following Me, It Be The God Staff
move, Every Script's Like Miramax
smash The Big Boy Totalled It, Will Shot Fear Effects
son Beamin' Wifee On The Beach, Sippin' Zima
wu binos, To Latinos, We Bust A Leaner
over Night, God Schedules, Fed Ex
pretty Soloette Velvet Nice Dna Scroll Genetics
too Hot, To Handle One Thought Scramblin' Demandlin'
hundred Game Wilt Chamberlain, Smack Em, Say When
he Rollin Up, Face Wrinkled Up, Hands Is On His Nuts
yo Kid Stop Frontin' On The Ground Before You Get Touched
his Counter In Drive Sex, Wit A Narc Son We Movin' Ri' (Right)
we Want It So Bad We Might Cry

-What We Do, Depends On Breath Control, So It's The First Thing You Must
learn. Fortunately It's Easy. You'll Soon Learn.
- My God So They Are Killers
- Killing And Killing, They Sort Of Develop A Taste For Blood