Slaughterhouse, Mélanie Rutherford - Killaz lyrics

I'm not afraid of the storm (noooo)
It seems like you're slipping away (ohhhhh)
I'm not afraid of the storm (noooo)
I'm not afraid, of the storm

You fuckin with a killa (I love you baby)
You fuckin with a killa (you're so sexy)
You fuckin with a killa
Lyrical, serial, either or killa

Uhh, I'm in love with this pep
Switch a nigga up, put a thug in a dress
Chop a nigga head off, pick his head up
Turn it upside down
Drink his blood from his NECK
Uhh, I fly across you with the Coupe now
I'm fire! The fire marshal
Shut the booth down
Uh, you fuckin with a killa
Take your body, rape your body
Dump it in the river turn myself in then


Beat the case for it then
Turn around and put "I really
Did it" on my Twitter
Uhh, I'm a FUCKED UP nigga!
Pill poppin, e'rybody FUCKED UP with us
Me and Joey the cottonmouth kings
(I love you baby) What the
FUCK you talkin 'bout, sing
(Uhh, uh, I'm fuckin with a killa)
So crazy (I'm fuckin with a killa)
(I'm fuckin with a killa)
Lyrical, serial, either or killa!

First the clouds form
Then they dark in the sky
Then the heavens roar when a
Couple of them collide
Then the most toxic rain landed on my
Caesar then Jesus Christ, the storm arrive
6-foot-somethin made of Spanish descent
What I write is fresh air like
My hand's in a vent
Y'all 'bout to be lost like you
Don't know where your manager went
That's just a heads up
Cause none of y'all was plannin a vic
I'm from the projects, Grey Goose
A crate on the bench
Mike's Hard Lemonade'll get you amateurs bent
Where I'm from they don't hesitate
The cannon that spit's
Stand by the wrong man and watch
Your thoughts land on a fence!
I'm the voice of the gutter where
Your boys serve your mother
And the noise from a clucker puts
Your boy on a cover
We annoy undercovers cause they never put on
We from the hood
We don't snitch boy we weather the storm
We some killas!
You fuckin with a killa (I love you baby)
You fuckin with a killa (you're so sexy)
You fuckin with a killa
Lyrical, serial, either or killa

I'm comin with flash just
To blast your facemask
Bullets flyin faster than the NASA spacecraft
Get half your face smashed by the click-clack
The impact's a passion of massive plane crash
The mic minister write literature
Rhyme sinister might injure
Your nine endin your life when it's the
Prime miniature time witness the prime
Innocent lives kissin goodbye, picture the I
Givin a FUCK! The truth
(walkin) just walked in the booth (talkin)
Too (often) I put a hot beat in a new (coffin)
For instrumentals I dig a grave
Then drop so many bars around you when you
Listen feel like you in a cage
Niggas styles is sour, you makin lemonade
Take a thousand hours to write, our rhymes
(Minute Made)
Me, Joey and Joell leave you crippled
Mother-FUCK five cents
But we'll kill you over Nickel
We some killas!

You fuckin with a killa (I love you baby)
You fuckin with a killa (you're so sexy)
You fuckin with a killa
Lyrical, serial, either or killa

I disagreed with my shadow when
He got on Twitter (so I)
Don't like bein followed so I shot that nigga
A known loner that's backwards
I'm a loner that's known to attempt to
Put a comber in a coma
You lookin at the prime suspect
With enough stress if you can give a FRUCK
Then I can give FRUCK less
Obsessed with who I struck next
So I set it for
Success when I spit cause the
Vic is my next metaphor
Self-destructive mixed with light lies
If, you lookin for psychotic, I got it
Or DON'T! Maybe y'all are retarded, absurd
And I observe while the whole
World tries to act reserved need a Oscar
I'll put on an act that's superb
E'rybody relax, it's words
Maybe it's NOT! It's gotta
Be reasonable doubt (BUT)
Reason don't come out my mouth
I let it come out of hers

I'm fuckin with a killa
I'm fuckin with a killa
I'm fuckin with a killa
I'm fuckin with a killa