Stone Kold Killa Lyrics by Q-Strange

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* send corrections to the typist [Verse 1] I'm a make a club track 'cuz the people love that Naw fuck that, I'm a keep it all where my loves at I step up in the club, even Puff starts ta jump Cuz I buck from the booth wit a rifle I'm a sniper On the dance floor throwin' 'bows in your grill At the bar in your drink got dissolved little pills In the VIP where they poppin' that Cris Wit my fists around the magnum I crack 'em, I slap 'em Bouncers runnin' up lookin' bigger than Chewbacca Sprayin' me wit mace I eat that shit like binaca Punchin' people out wit brass knuckles on each fist Throw em down a club, watch 'em cook like a deep dish And peep this why dem kids sellin' them rolls Take all they loot, and extort they hoes When I'm up in the club man I just don't play Even Ludacris said move get out the way [Chorus: repeat 2X] Stone Kold Killa Stone Kold Killa I don't give a Motherfuck about anyone [Verse 2] Kickin' in doors, yellin' get on the floor Ima stone kold killa and I'm ready for more Duck tape ya mother to a chair rape her wit a plunger All because I'm just a ruthless motherfucker You so funny man I'll do it for cheap Naw I'll do it for free I just need some fresh meat I got peoples heads in my closet and they rotten Sometimes I take'em out when I wanna make out I abduct young hoes, tie'em up in the woods Or sometimes I let 'em run cuz it's even more fun Gotta gun but I only use that shit for pistol whippin' I got more creative type ways of kold killin I'm lost in my demented thoughts and I'm on Stone Cold and Steve Austin I'm forcing my way into the game Kickin' much ass and takin' names You'll never be the same once you've heard Q Strange, Ima [Chorus] [Verse 3] I took Freddy's glove and I stabbed him in the chest wit it Took Jason's machete and I stabbed him in the neck wit it Took Michael Myers mask rocked it to the mall I let my little boy play wit that chucky doll Even Stephen King read my lyrics are bugged I'm the next Bundy I ain't talkin' bout Bud I love what I do, there ain't no signs of stoppin' I'm stoppin' over half dead cops I shot dead I'm hot than, I'm illmortalized here forever A Stone Kold Killa and I'm just too clever Ain't got the cheddar but I got somethin' better The fact that you can't fuck with me naw never Sever limbs from torsos, head from necks I'm foaming out the mouth barkin' at DMX [Chorus] - 2X

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