*featuring Redman
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Yeah, yeah..
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Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
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Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill (I'm going to kill [echoes])
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[Verse One: Method Man]
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Slowly I turn, step by step
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Through the backwindow, I crept
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Silent as a mouse on a set
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While everybody in the house slept,
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I disconnect the phones and the rest
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Find a butcherknife
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Cut the power lines to the lights
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Now a nigga wild for the night
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I come like the living death, straight from the dirt
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Back to avenge his own death on this earth
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Ever heard of Jason, then you know my work
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Down to the basement, the dog get it first
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I can't help myself, my thoughts ain't my own
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The voices in my head just won't leave me alone
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Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
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Pissing on the car seats, flattenin' the wheels
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So there's no escape from the fate that awaits
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No one to witness the horror taking place
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Yeah, now I'm on my way up the stairs
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To the bedroom on my prey unaware
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Heads will be hung from the chimney with care
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With hopes that the police soon will be here
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I'm a killer!
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[Verse Two: Redman]
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Yo, yo
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Fuck knocking, kick the door, evict the four
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Yell out: "It's a stickup, hit the floor!"
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You fish cake niggas, stay Lipton off
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Did your mama name you, or Mrs. Paul's
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Battle in session, what's up with it?
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I talk like I walk with a fucked up pivot
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Niggas scream out: "It's just us bitches!"
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Don't shoot, out the phonebooth
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I aim at your party, hit the wrong group
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"Happy birth..." ow, ow, ow, ow
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Niggas done snap, runnin' hunch back
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Ducking, brick walls, get thumbtacked
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So run laps, for I body you
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Bust out the size, like karate shoes, Doc
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Turn velcro, when night falls
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Central park joggers, wear bright clothes
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Tae bo, five flo's
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Lizard, Centipede, Snake
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I'm a killer!
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Cereal, cereal killer (This is the sound of a cow: Howl)
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Cereal, cereal killer
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[Verse Three: Redman]
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Yo, yo
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I walk on backs like Mr. Bentley,
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After p-p-p strips you empty
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Gather around, for rapid sound
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Fourth of July was three months ago, shoulda pad 'em down
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No one will fold both thumbs
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and eight fingers to square with Joe Young
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Tongue below one, spit dumb, moron
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For white boys to snowboard on
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So whatchu, whatchu, whatchu want?
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Chew spearmint gum two double pump
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Two cannons, piece by piece
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Your school get dazed like G by G
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Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
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Take nuts and screws out ferris wheels
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If you ain't Missy, payin' no bills
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Body, you and supermarket, no thrills
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Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
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Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill (Cereal, cereal killer)
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[Verse Four: Method Man]
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Doc hold my coat, I'm 'bout to go low
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Titanic MC rock the boat meth
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Tone deaf rhyme, microphone sex line
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Next time don't forget the TEC-9
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Step, Five digital, context is critical
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Bomb threat these individiuals thats on deck
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So you the illest nigga in Nebraska? Hell naw
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It's the master, number sixteen, party crasher, Flex
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I think too much, I drink too much
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My crew don't really give two fucks, about you ducks
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We over here Shaolin
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What, spontaneous combust when I smoke a bag of dust
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Ahh what a rush, cigar be the dutch
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Method Man and Redman, Starsky and Hutch
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I crush MC's
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Can't trust niggas, niggas can't trust me
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I'm a killer!
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Cereal Killer
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Method Man |