Текст песни Little Miller - Evilmane

Turn your life into a horror movie
Shivers crawling down your spine
Homicide
Michael with the fucking knife
Thunder ripping in the sky
Now I got your soul
Its mine
Paint a picture in your mind
Triple six
It be the sign

Bitch I'm coming from the dungeon
Quick to eat you for some lunch
I hear you think you're up to something?
But your music sounds disgusting
Farting the mic
Fool yourself
That shit ain't tight
Angry cause you know I'm right
You fucking suck
No bars in sight

187 is my weapon
If you didn't get the message
Bucking them down
Bucking them down
If you wanna get to stepping
No you learn the hard way
Fucking with the wrong one
Remorse is never thought of
I really want a sawed off

Pop you like a shove it
Looking like a skater
I'm that Little Miller
Use to listen to the raiders
Stacking up all that skrilla
Moving pushing like gorilla
Meet the grim reaper
Picking the flow up
Soul seeker
Making them throw up
Golden teacher

I'm the one
And I got the gun
If you wanna play for fun
I guarantee you're done
Aiming down the barrel
Of my fucking shotgun
Wet in blood
Second luck
No heart
You fucked