(At night movin quickly on a new mission)
(When it comes to microphones, I leave my victims found slain)
(Killin everybody in sight)
[ VERSE 1 ]
I orchestrate mass murder with a .38
Shot after shot slugs dive in your chest plate
I got a news for bitch niggas who hang around me
For proof look at the dead bodies that lay around me
You see, I love to see a nigga with his neck slit
Where the knife exits and bloods squirts from his flesh quick
He`s juggin his cut
He`s on the ground huggin his nuts
Cause he never felt this kinda pain
Ogygen leaks from your brain
24 seconds before pin out slain
Lookin plain, there`s no life that remains
As you regain consciousness
I kick your asophagus, now you`re left lifeless
As triflin as that seems, I can do much worse
Imagine the shit I do to see you in a hearse
When you`re hurt, I`m happy as hell
We can go toes, my gun clappin is swell
I`m on a killin spree
[ CHORUS ]
Goin from state to state
With a nickel-plate
Goin from home to home
Puttin chrome to domes
Goin all across America
Scarin ya
Cause lyrically
Myke Miers is on a killin spree
[ VERSE 2 ]
On to the next victim, let`s pick him
A white boy in Lexus, let`s lick him
I put the gun to the window, but he don`t know
He`s in another world blizzed, bet he sniffin some blow
So I let off one, see if he would respond
The shot hit the dashboard and ricoched in his arm
Got a passion to kill, I`m blastin at will
Blood splashed on my grill
Mykill`s up close and personal
My arsenal is equipped to lynch
Brutalize em all, because I got a blood thirst to quench
A bloodbath is the only way that I get cleaned
Bullets pierce your spleen from the M-16
Or a A.K., no Hollywood style
I gets away clean with dead bodies for miles
All smiles turn to frowns when I enter your town
Cause I puts it down like Berkowitz
When it comes to murder hits
Killin spree
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
All they found was a bloody hatchet
And a bloody matress
And a slain body of a bloody actress
First name Sharon, last name Tate
Was this the work of Manson or Miers? Well wait
I can take lives, stake knifes
Fuck a A.K. or a nine
I use Louisville Sluggers
To blood-jam muthafuckas
It`s not all good
I`m the rap version of Blair Underwood
_Just Cause_, niggas must pause
Cause I bust y`all
My fo` pounder will ground ya
Got you scared like a bitch when my whole crew surround ya
I`m down to do what it takes to lyrically make
The industry shake, because I`m finna be great
Erase ya like Schwarzenegger, stake ya out
Before I take ya out I duct-tape your mouth
Sendin niggas south of heaven
With a Mac-11
Is y`all feelin me?
I have the ability to kill MC`s
Killin spree
[ CHORUS ]
(I do not think twice about the MC`s I slay)
