Anybody Killa, Insane Clown Posse - U Ain't No Killa lyrics
[Anybody Killa, Insane Clown Posse - U Ain't No Killa lyrics]
See most motherfuckers is scared
To kill a motherfucker
It takes three of us right here on
This track that ain’t scared of shit
Killa, give it to 'em, motherfucker
You ain’t no killa bitch
Let me show you how it’s done
Cut you with a slice across the neck
And when they scream rip out the tongue
I really don’t give a shit
Cover you up with the blood of a pig
Then drop you off in the woods at night
For the animals to hunt while you sit
You ain’t no killa
We beneath the streets, that’s what we do
Running with a hatchet, screaming
"motherfucker!" swingin' right at you (Chop)
This for my real killas
The quiet midnight creepers
The ones you see yellin’ over
Give your whole damn crew the jeepers
(I ain’t going near that painted-up freak)
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
We gon' show you, we gon' show you
We gon' show you how it’s done
Yo J, this motherfucker thinks he a killa
You ain’t a killa
Being grounded ain’t no hard time
You dull and dim with no shine
You cannot borrow mine
You makin' stories up
You talkin' hella crimes
But your ass all bitch, no panty lines
You need an arrow plucked
Between your eyebrows
You playin Russian roulette and
Loadin' live rounds
You ain’t a killa, couldn’t kill a mosquito
But talk enough shit to fill
The streets of Toledo you ain’t a killa
(Y'all ready? I got the bb’s)
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
We gon' show you, we gon' show you
We gon' show you how it’s done
Shaggy the Clown
Show 'em how us real killas put it down
With these bare hands
I can put you in a coma
That’s what I told ya right
Before I choked ya
Don’t wanna say "I told you so
" but I told ya
You talk that shit like you hard
You about as hard as a scrotum
I don’t get it
Why you lie and won’t admit it
You softer than a baby
Quilt somebody grandma knitted
You ain’t a killa
You about as hard as creamy vanilla
I grab my hatchet
Use your back for target practice for reala
You ain’t a killa
(Stick em up, motherfucker) smack Bitch!
(Ahhh) You trying to rob me? (Sorry)
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
We gon' show you, we gon' show you
We gon' show you how it’s done
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
We gon' show you, we gon' show you
We gon' show you how it’s done
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
We gon' show you, we gon' show you
We gon' show you how it’s done
No rap
Hey, man, don't worry, it ain't no rap
Promise?
It's gonna be some nice classical music
Don't fuck with me
That motherfuckin' microphone doesn't work
I'm tellin' ya
(Who the fuck is this? Who is this?)
It works, it works
It don't work, I'm comin' back
What- don't- why are you threatening me?
I can't enjoy my dinner with this piano
(What's goin' on?)
Bitch, shut up, you already paid, fuck you
Hello, y'all, you ready for some
Good shit? I mean, some stuff
(Your mama) here we go
To kill a motherfucker
It takes three of us right here on
This track that ain’t scared of shit
Killa, give it to 'em, motherfucker
You ain’t no killa bitch
Let me show you how it’s done
Cut you with a slice across the neck
And when they scream rip out the tongue
I really don’t give a shit
Cover you up with the blood of a pig
Then drop you off in the woods at night
For the animals to hunt while you sit
You ain’t no killa
We beneath the streets, that’s what we do
Running with a hatchet, screaming
"motherfucker!" swingin' right at you (Chop)
This for my real killas
The quiet midnight creepers
The ones you see yellin’ over
Give your whole damn crew the jeepers
(I ain’t going near that painted-up freak)
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
We gon' show you, we gon' show you
We gon' show you how it’s done
Yo J, this motherfucker thinks he a killa
You ain’t a killa
Being grounded ain’t no hard time
You dull and dim with no shine
You cannot borrow mine
You makin' stories up
You talkin' hella crimes
But your ass all bitch, no panty lines
You need an arrow plucked
Between your eyebrows
You playin Russian roulette and
Loadin' live rounds
You ain’t a killa, couldn’t kill a mosquito
But talk enough shit to fill
The streets of Toledo you ain’t a killa
(Y'all ready? I got the bb’s)
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
We gon' show you, we gon' show you
We gon' show you how it’s done
Shaggy the Clown
Show 'em how us real killas put it down
With these bare hands
I can put you in a coma
That’s what I told ya right
Before I choked ya
Don’t wanna say "I told you so
" but I told ya
You talk that shit like you hard
You about as hard as a scrotum
I don’t get it
Why you lie and won’t admit it
You softer than a baby
Quilt somebody grandma knitted
You ain’t a killa
You about as hard as creamy vanilla
I grab my hatchet
Use your back for target practice for reala
You ain’t a killa
(Stick em up, motherfucker) smack Bitch!
(Ahhh) You trying to rob me? (Sorry)
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
We gon' show you, we gon' show you
We gon' show you how it’s done
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
We gon' show you, we gon' show you
We gon' show you how it’s done
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
You ain’t no killa, let us show you a killa
We gon' show you, we gon' show you
We gon' show you how it’s done
No rap
Hey, man, don't worry, it ain't no rap
Promise?
It's gonna be some nice classical music
Don't fuck with me
That motherfuckin' microphone doesn't work
I'm tellin' ya
(Who the fuck is this? Who is this?)
It works, it works
It don't work, I'm comin' back
What- don't- why are you threatening me?
I can't enjoy my dinner with this piano
(What's goin' on?)
Bitch, shut up, you already paid, fuck you
Hello, y'all, you ready for some
Good shit? I mean, some stuff
(Your mama) here we go