Churchillian legs, hair barely there The harsh truth of the camera eye Your eyes signal pain, because of the strain of smiling The harsh truth of the
you my friend) No no no no no no no no ('Cos they're coming to get you) Karma killer karma killer karma killer Karma killer karma killer karma killer
Here it come, here it comes I said here it comes, here it come Here it come, here it comes Here it come, here it comes Here it come, here it comes I'
'cause that's a lie 'Cause I got killer karma now I got killer karma now I got killer karma now I got killer karma now I got killer karma now I got killer karma
at a darling Spooning the thickness out and feeding our open mouths The price you pay is always Chorus Too high, I'm too familiar Sunshine, Karma Killer
allows me to speak in wild abstractions The senseless killings gifts God gives us Have no one to love them It's the kind of thought that kills You twice
the earth and the stars Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas What is destined shall be George Bush killer 'til George Bush kills me Much blessings
your strap nigga, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out Or be like punks and punk it out Pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug
nigga Thug Luv nigga we can do this like punks and punk it out or be like gangstas and slug it out pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill
on fifty, you gotta stay on fifty 'Cause you got some people that think like If niggas is moving fast like that then karma will get em' But sometimes karma
I've got a flaming road to karma and a mobile phone Was raised by the radio in a broken home I've got a broken smile an arrogant line I'm really no one
tambien, why are we the ones who suffer? No hay que caer, he won't be the one to cry Ay! Let?s not kill the karma Ay! Let?s not start a fight Ay! It
, why are we the ones who suffer? I have to let go He won't be the one to cry Ay! Let?s not kill the karma Ay! Let?s not start a fight Ay! It?s not worth
scrilla Even though I know you love it when we fuck in the villa Now you're so far away, nights feel like days Got me stayin' awake so alive, I wanna kill
Shady, old mix Back, second round's on me Kuniva, Cashis, Stat Quo, Bobby Creekwater Obie Trice, what? *** didn't kill me Now a **** gon' get Peel my
always finds me Don't make me have you in the trauma center With you momma crying 'cause her only son is dying She just don't know it's just your karma
things that you don't like to hear I know this, that people lie, people kneel People die, people heal, people steal and people shed tears What's real? Blood spills, gun kill
