Lirik Lagu Cereal Killer - Method Man
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Method ManYeah.. yeah.. huahh.. hahh..Murda murda murda, kill kill killThat's right.. (killer, killer)Murda murda murda, kill kill killFlex.. flex.. flex.. flex..(I'm going to kill you!)
Verse One: Method ManSlowly I turn, step by stepThrough the back window, I creptSilent as a mouse on the setWhile everybody in the house sleptI disconnect the phones and the restFind a butcher knife, cut the power lines to the lightsNow a nigga wild for the nightI come like the livin dead, straight from the dirtBack to avenge his own death on this earthEver hear of Jason? Then you know my workDown to the basement, the dog get it firstI can't help myself, my thoughts ain't my ownThe voices in my head just won't leave me aloneMurda murda murda, kill kill killPissin on the car seats, flattenin the wheelsSo there's no escape from the fate that awaitsNo one to witness the horror takin placeYea! Now I'm on my way up the stairsTo the bedroom of my prey unawareHeads will be hung from the chimney with carewith hopes that the police soon will be hereI'm a KILLER!
(Eye Witness News, channel 7We are at the scene, of a, horrific crime ladies and gentlemenI can't describe it right now..)
Verse Two: RedmanYo..Yo, fuck knockin, kick the door, evict the fourYell out, "It's a stick-up, hit the floor!"You fish cake niggaz, stay lippin offDid your mama name you, or Mrs. Paul's?Battlin session, what's up with it?I talk like I walk with a fucked up pivotNiggaz scream out, "It's just us bitches!""Don't shoot," out the phone boothI aim at your party, hit the wrong group"Happy birth..." oooh, ooh ooh ooh!Niggaz done snapped, runnin hunchbackDuckin, brick walls get thumbtackedSo run laps, 'fore I body youBust out the sides, like karate shoesDoc, turned velcro when night falls
Verse One: Method ManSlowly I turn, step by stepThrough the back window, I creptSilent as a mouse on the setWhile everybody in the house sleptI disconnect the phones and the restFind a butcher knife, cut the power lines to the lightsNow a nigga wild for the nightI come like the livin dead, straight from the dirtBack to avenge his own death on this earthEver hear of Jason? Then you know my workDown to the basement, the dog get it firstI can't help myself, my thoughts ain't my ownThe voices in my head just won't leave me aloneMurda murda murda, kill kill killPissin on the car seats, flattenin the wheelsSo there's no escape from the fate that awaitsNo one to witness the horror takin placeYea! Now I'm on my way up the stairsTo the bedroom of my prey unawareHeads will be hung from the chimney with carewith hopes that the police soon will be hereI'm a KILLER!
(Eye Witness News, channel 7We are at the scene, of a, horrific crime ladies and gentlemenI can't describe it right now..)
Verse Two: RedmanYo..Yo, fuck knockin, kick the door, evict the fourYell out, "It's a stick-up, hit the floor!"You fish cake niggaz, stay lippin offDid your mama name you, or Mrs. Paul's?Battlin session, what's up with it?I talk like I walk with a fucked up pivotNiggaz scream out, "It's just us bitches!""Don't shoot," out the phone boothI aim at your party, hit the wrong group"Happy birth..." oooh, ooh ooh ooh!Niggaz done snapped, runnin hunchbackDuckin, brick walls get thumbtackedSo run laps, 'fore I body youBust out the sides, like karate shoesDoc, turned velcro when night falls
