Killer In You

Album: Gold Cobra (2011)
  • There's a motherfucking killer on the loose
    And he'll destroy every single one of you
    You better watch it cause he's looking for your ass now
    Better lock all your doors hut the house down
    He's making a list and he's checking it twice
    He was born pissed and he's ready to slice

    His reality ain't like yours or mine
    He can shed blood I hope it ain't mine
    He don't give a fuck if your crying for help
    He was born blind in the chambers of hell
    Satan gave this homeboy a license to kill
    And if he comes knocking I'ma show him the deal

    What the fuck you gonna do about that
    What the fuck you gonna do about that
    When the killer showin' up with a Gat
    You gonna have to grab your ass a baseball bat
    Remind this motherfucker where the home-runs at

    What the fuck you gonna do about that
    What the fuck you gonna do about that
    You gonna have to face the moment of truth
    You know what to do
    You gonna have to go and find the killer in you

    He's got a trunk full of hatches and shit
    Bombs, gasoline, matches and shit
    Anything to make a human die quick
    Creeping in the night like some super fly shit
    So scandalous, everything about him wrong
    Chainsaw starting up at the crack of dawn

    Leather face is a pussy it don't compare
    Have you shitting in your motherfucking underwear
    All you homies actin' hard better get a grip
    He'll kill your wife and your baby sleeping in the crib
    We got to stop him, shut this motherfucker down
    Show his ass who runs this motherfucking town
    Show his ass who runs this motherfucking town

    What the fuck you gonna do about that
    What the fuck you gonna do about that
    When the killer showin' up with a Gat
    You gonna have to grab your ass a baseball bat
    Remind this motherfucker where the home-runs at

    What the fuck you gonna do about that
    What the fuck you gonna do about that
    You gonna have to face the moment of truth
    You know what to do
    You gonna have to go and find the killer in you

    Lay that motherfucker on the curb
    Find the killer in you
    Show that motherfucker what the real
    And now it's real

    And now it's real

    [Repeat: x4]
    Kill that motherfucker
    Kill that, kill that motherfucker

    What the fuck you gonna do about that
    What the fuck you gonna do about that
    When the killer showin' up with a Gat
    You gonna have to grab your ass a baseball bat
    Remind this motherfucker where the home-runs at

    What the fuck you gonna do about that
    What the fuck you gonna do about that
    You gonna have to face the moment of truth
    You know what to do
    You gonna have to go and find the killer in you Writer/s: JOHN EVERETT OTTO, SAMUEL ROBERT RIVERS, WESLEY LOUDEN BORLAND, WILLIAM FREDERICK DURST
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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