Killaz Lyrics - Slaughterhouse - Slaughterhouse

I'm not afraid of the storm (no) 

It seems like you're slipping away (oh) 

I'm not afraid of the storm (no) 

I'm not afraid, of the storm 

[Chorus] 

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 

Six-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 spits 

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! 

[Chorus] 

I'm comin' with flash just to blast your face mask 

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 

Niggaz 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! 

[Chorus] 

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 fuck, then I can give fuck 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