, she got five-oh on the payroll They sniffin' yeyo, I don't know what to say, yo There they go in front of the store Dressed in black shit Some like
in the bag, bitch And I won't kill you What? Oh my God, don't kill me I'm not gonna kill you bitch, quit lookin' around Just don't kill me, I have two
Uh, thirty thousand feet up in the air, up in the lear Dressed in a black tux, **** tucked, strapped to the chair Half asleep, hopping out of my seat,
s like a bean I guess the stage is like a pod, ain't with no metamorphosistically I kiss a licorice and any miss I wish to kiss or else I diss like this
(Ruff Ryders) Don't get it twisted y'all (Yea, yea, yea [unverified]) Now I know you couldn't wait to hear kiss over premier Kill you on tape, then
I borrowed your ChapStick from you without asking Oh, and I tried out your nose hair trimmer too And by the way, your "diamond" ring is cubic zirconium I killed
consequence (But who are you?) I'm your motherfuckin' conscience That's nonsense Go in and gaffle the money and run to one of your aunt's cribs And borrow a damn dress
t heard I've been known to clown and get around, that's my word See you're walkin' and you're lookin' good, yes indeed Got a body like a sex fiend, you're killing
-back on the block Ba-ba-back on Ba-ba-back on the block Stokie's just Stokie, mama (Stokie's Stokie) And one by one each woman he kiss (He kiss her
and I dress nice Make 'em look twice, life ain't picture perfect Yeah, I'm off in Magic City, trickin' off on ass and titties Bitches blowin' me kisses
't be surprised) {Out of service} Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill) Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill, dressed to kill) Telephone girlfriend (Dressed to kill, dressed to kill, dressed
on mom Better keep on runnin Ya call yo' man I'ma call me man Then see what an eye fo' an eye fo' Kill one i'ma kill ten And thier whole damn mob Prepare
't smile, we're gonna get you We'll have your rifle off you too Oh, gimme a kiss And hold the candle to this Foxy lady dressed to kill You say you won
scenes And eyes red with fire Bein' good in bed must of went to her head Cause she's out there for hire Simple ways and bright red shades Dressed fit to kill
I can be there in a heartbeat Baby, if you're lonely, yeah I hear you knock at the door Against my will If I know you, well, you're dressed to kill
not how many Germans you kill that counts It's how many people you set free" So I packed my bags, brushed my cap Walked out into the world Seventeen years old Never kissed
of you just standing there Like a fucking bunch of dulls Why don't you try And do something at least? Try and kill each other you know That's better, kiss
kissed me but than DEATH was upon her. Deep in the woods Deep in the woods Deep in the woods a funeral is swinging. Now the killed waits for the killer