1990-Sick (Kill 'Em All)歌词
作词 : Green, Reed, Tyler
Chorus：
Kill em all (4x)
Cause everybody dyin on this motherf****n album
Kill em all (4x)
Don't kick up in the dirt when i'm puttin in work
Kill em all (4x)
Cause everybody dyin on this motherf****n album
[spice 1]
I murda like this (this) i murda like that (that)
Pull an ak-47 up out my motherf****n gangsta hat
Professional, columiban, necktie, barbwire
Strangula, over killa, dead f****n body hanga
Peepin out the window with an a.k., pullin up on these copper
Helicoptas, squad cars, swat teams with choppers
They tellin me, "*****, get the **** out before ya die
If you surrender, we'll make sure that you quickly fry"
Should i kick open the door and go to war
Or should i stick my throat
Leave a pipe bomb and a **** you note
Hallucinations of seein lynched bodies burnin
And all the po-po had faces like mark fuhrman
Tear gas through my glass window pane
They wanna put me back up in the nut house again
But i'm not goin back and take my prozac
They can keep the straight jacket
And leave a straight motherf****n jack
A straight motherf****n jack
A straight motherf****n jack
Chorus
(get the hell off my ****, i'm 1990-sick)
(1990-sick) *repeat 4x*
[spice 1]
*****'s to pull the lynch, yayo case and stick
Marcia clark screamin out murda, jumpin on oj's ****
Motherf****rs still sufferin and healin
Some high tech knowledga white boys blew up the f****n fed buildin
Crazy ****** still bangin and slangin crack
To the death, when the game put em up on they back
Motherf****rs catchin aids, from shootin hop
And phony ****** still get sprayed up on the block
And i ain't changed much, hell
I'm still smokin four or five motherf****n choppers before it's twelve
Motherf****rs think they know me, but they don't know
I'm sellin first class tickets to the murda show
Don't wanna rap about no *****, let's get it on
Bustin domes, buck shots through your rib bone
So all you ****** up in the magazines talkin s*it
Get off my ****, i'm 1990-sick
Chorus
[mc eiht]
1990-sick, i grasp my ****
The lunatic quick to grab my tech
Put slugs up in your neck
Compton is the city where i come from
Desert eagle packin dum ditty ditty dum
I won't just smoke you
I be terrifyin horrifyin gyeah i'ma choke you
The killa ****** on hop
We tear up your spot, eiht, spice, and my f****n ***** pac
Don't cross my path, no class
I be like s*it in your motherf****n ass
Bullets i spit at you, your hood i slid through
Evil ****** tryin to get rid of you
No witnesses so don't ask no questions
Flee the scene, one-time'll be arrestin
Killa ****** don't play that
It's compton on no like your dome we stompin
But in that gang affiliation
S*it goes pop, we won't stop
Uhhh, in 1990-sick
Chorus: repeat 2x
(get the hell off my ****, i'm 1990-sick)
(1990-sick) *repeat 4x*
Chorus：
Kill em all (4x)
Cause everybody dyin on this motherf****n album
Kill em all (4x)
Don't kick up in the dirt when i'm puttin in work
Kill em all (4x)
Cause everybody dyin on this motherf****n album
[spice 1]
I murda like this (this) i murda like that (that)
Pull an ak-47 up out my motherf****n gangsta hat
Professional, columiban, necktie, barbwire
Strangula, over killa, dead f****n body hanga
Peepin out the window with an a.k., pullin up on these copper
Helicoptas, squad cars, swat teams with choppers
They tellin me, "*****, get the **** out before ya die
If you surrender, we'll make sure that you quickly fry"
Should i kick open the door and go to war
Or should i stick my throat
Leave a pipe bomb and a **** you note
Hallucinations of seein lynched bodies burnin
And all the po-po had faces like mark fuhrman
Tear gas through my glass window pane
They wanna put me back up in the nut house again
But i'm not goin back and take my prozac
They can keep the straight jacket
And leave a straight motherf****n jack
A straight motherf****n jack
A straight motherf****n jack
Chorus
(get the hell off my ****, i'm 1990-sick)
(1990-sick) *repeat 4x*
[spice 1]
*****'s to pull the lynch, yayo case and stick
Marcia clark screamin out murda, jumpin on oj's ****
Motherf****rs still sufferin and healin
Some high tech knowledga white boys blew up the f****n fed buildin
Crazy ****** still bangin and slangin crack
To the death, when the game put em up on they back
Motherf****rs catchin aids, from shootin hop
And phony ****** still get sprayed up on the block
And i ain't changed much, hell
I'm still smokin four or five motherf****n choppers before it's twelve
Motherf****rs think they know me, but they don't know
I'm sellin first class tickets to the murda show
Don't wanna rap about no *****, let's get it on
Bustin domes, buck shots through your rib bone
So all you ****** up in the magazines talkin s*it
Get off my ****, i'm 1990-sick
Chorus
[mc eiht]
1990-sick, i grasp my ****
The lunatic quick to grab my tech
Put slugs up in your neck
Compton is the city where i come from
Desert eagle packin dum ditty ditty dum
I won't just smoke you
I be terrifyin horrifyin gyeah i'ma choke you
The killa ****** on hop
We tear up your spot, eiht, spice, and my f****n ***** pac
Don't cross my path, no class
I be like s*it in your motherf****n ass
Bullets i spit at you, your hood i slid through
Evil ****** tryin to get rid of you
No witnesses so don't ask no questions
Flee the scene, one-time'll be arrestin
Killa ****** don't play that
It's compton on no like your dome we stompin
But in that gang affiliation
S*it goes pop, we won't stop
Uhhh, in 1990-sick
Chorus: repeat 2x
(get the hell off my ****, i'm 1990-sick)
(1990-sick) *repeat 4x*
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