Lyrics Kill Kill Kill - Tekmill

T to the e,k, m, i double l
I'm from the gutter tell me what you know about pain
Stop judging man you little fucking hypocrite
Every man has to die there's no ifs and buts

I ain't no side man call up your hype man
I'll shank him in his face he'll be looking like chucky
If it's war then it's on, I don't need to say much
Go grab your vest and your shells and your bucky

Wake up in the am till next day pm
Run up on you fuckers with out thinking twice
I'll be inna black whip black tints blacked out
Two cars deep and one black scooter

Hold on a minute let me call me up ghost man
With couple of kurds and one black shooter
Kill kill kill, murda murda murda
Ride for my brothers I'll stand beside them