I'm sick of this bull shit
All these bitches thinking they're the fuckin' whip just 'cause they got a neden
Fuck yer neden bitch!
That's right an don't call me sexist 'cause I ain't sexist
I'm the sexiest but I ain't sexist
If I'm sexist then I'm the sexiest sexist
Bitch call me sexy sex sexy sexist!

I see you hoes on TV glamorous models super celebrities
Rolls-Royce fine wines and class
You need to come down to the hood let me spank dat ass
I want a famous hoe,
A bitch on top with some helly bank role,
I been chasin' a girl from letters to Cleo
But she broke her neato,
Mariah Carey man forget it
If O.D.B hit it I can't fuck wit it!
Nothin' against ole dirty or nothin' but
I know he at least got herpes or something
I wouldn't mind fucking Brittany Spears
In a cheap hotel with them ceiling mirrors
Gimme that bitch, in a couple of weeks
I'd have her hooked on crack rock workin' the streets
All them hoes fantasize
About juggalo scrubs in between they thighs,
But they too scared to let it be
So instead they fuck Ricky Martin
And pretend its me!

[Repeat: x2]
Let a killer fuck you.
Let a killer fuck you.
Let a killer fuck you right!
Let a killer fuck you.
Let a killer fuck you.
Never gone back in the night.

Huh? Let's see where to begin
Knock knock "who's there?"
A ball sac for ya chin
I be fuckin' them business hoes that jock
From them interns up to the presidents wife
Now Shelly ain't famous but I still put em in a bone through
The glitzy glaze grabbin a j
I don't give a fuck,
But Clyde walked in his jaw dropped down
Act like he never seen the butt cheeks of a clown
I had the secretary on the top of the desk
Ass hole naked, I was in the cigar chest
Smokin up keepin blunts with the janitor
Fuck all them hoes that jock ask my manager
Business women in executive halls
Let yo head down an tongue slap my balls
Some of them bitches are a little bit old
Dusty ass neden with a loopy foam
Like this one chick I fucked in the dark
I had the bitch moanin' like a happy ass retard,
We finished turn on the lights it was horrid
Oh shit Sharon Osbourne!

[Repeat: x2]
Let a killer fuck you.
Let a killer fuck you.
Let a killer fuck you right!
Let a killer fuck you.
Let a killer fuck you.
Never gone back in the night.

I wanna fuck Carmen Electra
'cause she'll fuck anybody first day she met ya
But as soon as she fall off the map
She on to the next guy like "sigh" baby
Let me fuck a famous hoe one night
Ill post the video up on our web site
Hey me an shaggy may might sit with the stars
But my boyz are out back breakin into your cars
Dumb hoes quit fuckin them richees
Wit silky shirts on turtle neck dickeys
Frenchies straight out the hair salon
With a faggot ass name like Jean
We the ones from the other side yellin'
"clown love bitch "
I'm the ghetto ride
I won't take you on the expensive trip's
But I'll part yo neden lips
Hehhe people want to ride wit dem or us
Jaguar with Ken or a simple bus
Fuck you then we don't need you hoes
I.C.P forever with the juggalos

[Repeat: x4]
Let a killer fuck you.
Let a killer fuck you.
Let a killer fuck you right!
Let a killer fuck you.
Let a killer fuck you.
Never gone back in the night.

I'm sick of this bull shit that's right you need to stay on TV
Because this is my reality
But I'm even sick of these hottys in the real world like at the beach
I see you at the beach bitch wearing your thong bikini
You one of those bitch beaches
You're one of them beaches at the bitch
Your one of them a you a bitch at the beach
An I'm sick of that shit an the bottom line is this
I'm a go to the motherfuckin' bitch with my motherfuckin' Speedo's on
An I'm a walk up an down the beach like
'Sup bitch? Ha ha ha bitch bitch ooh we're gonna have fun hehehe oh yes

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Let a Killa Lyrics as written by Mike E. Clark Joseph Bruce

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    come on, is there any line better than "I wouldn't mind fucking Brittnay Spears, in a cheap hotel with ceiling mirrors With that bitch in a couple of weeks, I'd have her hooked on crack rock, workin the streets"

    ojudithoon September 09, 2002   Link

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