Let a killa...

Let a killa... Lyrics

I'm sick of this bullsh*t
All these b**ches thinking they the f**king whip,
just cause they got a neden
f**k your neden b**ch
That's right, and don't call me sexiest,
cause I ain't sexist, I'm the sexiest
But I ain't sexist
If I'm sexist, then I'm the sexiest sexist, b**ch
Call me sexy sex
Sexy sexist

I see you hoes on TV,
glamerous models, super celebrities
Rolls Royce, fine wines and class
You need to come down to the hood and let me spank that ass
I want a famous hoe,
a b**ch on top with some helly bank roll
I been chasing the girl from "Letters To Cleo",
but she broke her knee-o
Mariah Carey, me in, forget it,
if ODB hit it, I can't f**k with it
Nothing against Ol Dirty or nothing,
but he's at least gotta have herpes or something
I wouldn't mind f**king Britney Spears,
in a cheap hotel with ceiling mirrors
With that b**ch in a couple of weeks,
I'd have her hooked on crack rock, working the streets
All those hoes fantasize
about juggalo scrubs in between they thighs
But they too scared to let it be, so instead they f**k Ricky Martin
And pretend it's me....don't you hoe?

(Chorus)
Let a killa f**k you, let a killa f**k you
Let a killa f**k you right,
Let a killa f**k you, let a killa f**k you
Never come back in the night
Let a killa f**k you, let a killa f**k you
Let a killa f**k you right,
Let a killa f**k you, let a killa f**k you
Never come back in the night

Huh, lets see, where to begin?
Knock knock, who's there? A ball sack for your chin
I be f**king them business hoes, at job
From the interns up to the president's wife
They surely ain't famous but I still put them in the buck
Leave the glitzy glamour to J, I don't give a f**k
But Clyde walked in, his jaw dropped down
Act like he ain't never seen the butt-cheeks of a clown
I had the secretary on top of the desk
a**hole naked, I was in the cigar chest
Smoking up Cuban blunts with the janitor
f**ked all them hoes at job, ask my manager (Yep)
Business woman in executive halls
Let ya head down and tongue slap my balls
Some of them b**ches are a little bit old
Dusty ass neden with a loopy fold
Like this one chick I f**ked in the dark
Had the b**ch moaning like a happy ass retard
We finished, turn on the lights on, it was pourin
Oh sh*t! What? Sharon Osbourn!

(Chorus)
Let a killa f**k you, let a killa f**k you
Let a killa f**k you right,
Let a killa f**k you, let a killa f**k you
Never come back in the night
Let a killa f**k you, let a killa f**k you
Let a killa f**k you right,
Let a killa f**k you, let a killa f**k you
Never come back in the night

I wanna f**k Carmen Electra
Cause she'll f**k anybody first day she met ya
But as soon as you fall off the map
She on to the next guy like "Sup?.....baby"
Let me f**k a famous hoe, one night
I'll post a video up on our web site
Me and Shaggy might sit with the stars
But my boys are out back, breaking into your cars
Dumb hoes, quit f**king them richies
With silky shirts on and turtle neck dickies
Frenchies, straight out the hair salon
With a faggot ass name like Jean
We the ones from the other side
Yelling "Clown Love b**ch" out the ghetto ride
I won't take you on any expensive trips
But I'll part your neden lips
You wanna ride with them, or us?
Jaguar with Ken or a Sempter bus
f**k you then, we don't need you hoes
ICP forever with the juggalos

(Chorus)
Let a killa f**k you, let a killa f**k you
Let a killa f**k you right,
Let a killa f**k you, let a killa f**k you
Never come back in the night....

I'm sick of this bullsh*t
Thats right, you need to stay on TV, cause this is my reality
Well I'm even sick of these hotties, in the real world, like at the beach
I see you at the beach, b**ch, wearing your thong bikinni
You're one of them beach b**ches, you one of them beaches at the b**ch..you...uh....
You're a b**ch at the beach, and I'm sick of that sh*t!
Because the bottom line is this, I'm gonna go to the motherf**king b**ch,
with my motherf**king speedos on
And I'm gonna walk up and down the beach like "Sup b**ch?"
Ha ha ha...b**ch....
Oohh, you're gonna have fun.....