Текст песни Killaz - Slaughterhouse
I′m
not
afraid
of
the
storm
(noooo)
It
seems
like
you're
slipping
away
(ohhhhh)
I′m
not
afraid
of
the
storm
(noooo)
I'm
not
afraid,
of
the
storm
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
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
6-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!
I′m
comin
with
flash
just
to
blast
your
facemask
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!
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
FLUCK,
then
I
can
give
FLUCK
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
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1 Pray (It's A Shame)
2 The Phone Call (skit)
3 The Phone Call 2 - Skit
4 Sound Off
5 Lyrical Murderers
6 Microphone
7 Not Tonight
8 The One
9 In The Mind Of Madness (skit)
10 Cuckoo
11 Onslaught 2
12 Cut You Loose
13 Salute
14 Rain Drops
15 Killaz
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