Lyrics to Let A Killa
I'm sick of this bullshit. All these bitches thinkin they the fuckin whip, just cause they got a neden. Fuck your neden bitch. 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, bitch. Call me sexy sex. Sexy sexist.
I see you hoes on TV, glamerous models, super celebraties
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 bitch 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 fuck with it
Nothing against Ol Dirty or nothing, but he's at least gotta have herpes or something
I wouldn't mind fucking Brittnay Spears, in a cheap hotel with ceiling mirrors
With that bitch in a couple of weeks, I'd have her hooked on crack rock, workin the streets
All those hoes fantasize about juggalo scrubs in between they thighs
But they too scared to let it be, so instead they fuck Ricky Martin,
And pretend its me....don't you hoe?
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Let a killa fuck you right,
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Never come back in the night
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Let a killa fuck you right,
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Never come back in the night
Huh, lets see, where to begin?
Knock knock, who's there? A ball sac for your chin
I be fuckin them business hoes, at job,
From the interns up to the presidents wife
They surley ain't famous but I still put them in the buck,
Leave the glitzy glamour to J, I dont give a fuck
But Clyde walked in, his jaw dropped down,
Act like he ain't never seen the buttcheeks of a clown
I had the secretary on top of the desk,
Asshole naked, I was in the cigar chest
Smokin up Cuban blunts with the janitor,
Fucked all them hoes at job, ask my manager (yep)
Business woman in executive halls,
Let ya head down and tounge slap my balls
Some of them bitches are a little bit old,
Dusty ass neden with a loopy fold
Like this one chick I fucked in the dark,
Had the bitch moaning like a happy ass retard
We finished, turn on the lights on, it was pourin
Oh shit! What? Sharon Osbourn!
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Let a killa fuck you right,
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Never come back in the night
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Let a killa fuck you right,
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Never come back in the night
I wanna fuck Carmen Electra,
Cause she'll fuck 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 fuck 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, breakin in to your cars
Dumb hoes, quit fuckin 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
Yellin "Clown Luv Bitch" 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
Fuck you then, we don't need you hoes
ICP forever with the juggalos
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Let a killa fuck you right,
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Never come back in the night....
I'm sick of this bullshit. 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, bitch, wearing your thong bikinni. You're one of them beach bitches, you one of them beaches at the bitch..you...uh....Your a bitch at the beach, and I'm sick of that shit! Because the bottom line is this, I'm gonna go to the mother fucking bitch, with my mother fucking speedos on. And I'm gonna walk up and down the beach like "Sup bitch?" Ha ha ha...bitch....
Oohh, your gonna have fun.....
Props to Dead Body Luva for taking the time to type these lyrics and send them in.
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I see you hoes on TV, glamerous models, super celebraties
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 bitch 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 fuck with it
Nothing against Ol Dirty or nothing, but he's at least gotta have herpes or something
I wouldn't mind fucking Brittnay Spears, in a cheap hotel with ceiling mirrors
With that bitch in a couple of weeks, I'd have her hooked on crack rock, workin the streets
All those hoes fantasize about juggalo scrubs in between they thighs
But they too scared to let it be, so instead they fuck Ricky Martin,
And pretend its me....don't you hoe?
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Let a killa fuck you right,
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Never come back in the night
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Let a killa fuck you right,
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Never come back in the night
Huh, lets see, where to begin?
Knock knock, who's there? A ball sac for your chin
I be fuckin them business hoes, at job,
From the interns up to the presidents wife
They surley ain't famous but I still put them in the buck,
Leave the glitzy glamour to J, I dont give a fuck
But Clyde walked in, his jaw dropped down,
Act like he ain't never seen the buttcheeks of a clown
I had the secretary on top of the desk,
Asshole naked, I was in the cigar chest
Smokin up Cuban blunts with the janitor,
Fucked all them hoes at job, ask my manager (yep)
Business woman in executive halls,
Let ya head down and tounge slap my balls
Some of them bitches are a little bit old,
Dusty ass neden with a loopy fold
Like this one chick I fucked in the dark,
Had the bitch moaning like a happy ass retard
We finished, turn on the lights on, it was pourin
Oh shit! What? Sharon Osbourn!
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Let a killa fuck you right,
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Never come back in the night
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Let a killa fuck you right,
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Never come back in the night
I wanna fuck Carmen Electra,
Cause she'll fuck 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 fuck 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, breakin in to your cars
Dumb hoes, quit fuckin 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
Yellin "Clown Luv Bitch" 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
Fuck you then, we don't need you hoes
ICP forever with the juggalos
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Let a killa fuck you right,
Let a killa fuck you, let a killa fuck you
Never come back in the night....
I'm sick of this bullshit. 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, bitch, wearing your thong bikinni. You're one of them beach bitches, you one of them beaches at the bitch..you...uh....Your a bitch at the beach, and I'm sick of that shit! Because the bottom line is this, I'm gonna go to the mother fucking bitch, with my mother fucking speedos on. And I'm gonna walk up and down the beach like "Sup bitch?" Ha ha ha...bitch....
Oohh, your gonna have fun.....
Props to Dead Body Luva for taking the time to type these lyrics and send them in.
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Songwriters: CLARK, MIKE E. / BRUCE, JOSEPH / DAIL, WILLIAM
Publisher: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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