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    Killer Mike / Lyrics

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    "A.D.I.D.A.S." Lyrics

    Killer Mike feat. Big Boi

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    Pussy nigga whatcha doin!
    Hook
    All day I dream about, all day I dream about
    sex
    It's the way you move your sexy groove
    That's got my mind all over you
    All day I dream about, all day I dream about
    Your sex feels so savoifare
    I'm tired of jacking off cause you not there

    Big Boi
    65' Chevrolet Impala peachy cream
    Oozing down the street like toothpaste
    Cause the ivory is clean
    Talkin' bout mean at the inseam on the inside of the ship
    Not a honey dip to hunch on, testes more blue than a Crip
    Or the blue man group caught that on the Vegas strip
    Chillin' with good game, Ju Ju, Pimpin Ken and my nigga Don Magic
    Pimpin Ken and my nigga Diamond Jit
    Pimps (pimps), lips (lips), legs (legs), arms (arms),
    Necks (necks), hips (hips), head (head) monk test
    It's the camel toe and that's fo' sho'
    My brain is on one track
    Like Marion Berry thoughts for crack
    Or like a rock star does for smack.
    None of that but the female genitalia's where its at
    I'm a man and I demand a woman for that act
    Personal preference plus I use the law of nature as a reference
    Now I don't ever recall seeing a man turn up pregnant, but that's just me
    Feminine female fantasies frolic freely in my cockpit
    Every thirty something seconds I can't stop it

    Hook

    Killer Mike
    Killer Kill from Adamsville and in my Bonneville I chill
    Heifers call me Black & Decker, I don't screw them hoes I drill
    I've been cuttin' cute lil' coochies since before the record deal
    Catch me daydreaming about them, thick, medium or slim
    Doctors call that thing vagina, in the hood we call it trim
    White boys call it snatch, Puerto Ricans call it chocha
    Nathaniel likes his white, I like mines dark as cola
    It's the first thing on my mind in the morn when I roll over
    All men young and old in the end its what we're after
    Even my grandpappy's happy. He got prescribed Viagra.
    (Granddaddy, granddaddy, what's up? what's up? It's me.
    Hey, let me get about three of them blue diamonds.
    I promise I gotcha back tomorrow)

    Hook

    Killer Mike
    When I drill I don't spill even if she's on the pill
    Keep my weapon covered concealed and in a shield
    Cause I don't need that A.I.D.S.
    A "D" and a "A" missing out my A.D.I.D.A.S. (plus)
    We don't need no DNA mixing between us
    We just need to keep this thing friendly and hush, hush
    On the down low, like R. Kelly and youngsters
    But over eighteen only cause baby I'm no perv!
    From the tour bus to the lobby, elevator to the room
    We can jump each other's bones but there's no jumping brooms!

    Big Boi
    Buffoon you are to consumed in the womb
    It is too early for you to jump the broom (boom!)

    Hook

    "Monster"
    Verse One
    I'm an ungodly figure
    When in the company of hard liquor
    Texas niggaz turned me on to water
    I smoked the river
    Apocalyptic creature, stay lacing reefer
    Stay serving geekers, stay holding heaters
    Murder fanatic, killer fantastic
    Swerving semi-conscious with a half a blunt and an automatic
    Bought it to snort it, just in case I meet with static
    What I deliver to your address is dead tragic
    Your mother scream in that limousine
    Followed by some slow traffic
    Here's the reason for my murder tactics
    I'm Killer Kill I ain't a fuckin rapper! I'm a crack sacker!
    I'm a strong-armed robbery and kidnapper!
    I'm a carjacker! I'm a if you owe dough then yo' ho snatcher!
    I'm a Slumlord for life not a fuckin actor!
    I'm the fear that haunts you! I'm the tool that's used to haunt you!

    Hook
    I'm the monster! I'm your sick and twisted monster!
    (Repeat)

    Verse Two
    I'm the hate in the dark heart of heartless men!
    Deprived of love, feed crack, nurtured in sin!
    I'm unwanted children doped up on Ritalin by age ten
    At sixteen a fiend! Nurturing a weed habit and a bottle of gin
    I'm the soul of women that's been betrayed by men
    That trifling nigga looking to deceive her again
    Earn her trust again, then I lust again
    When she turn her back, I'm diggin in her friend again!
    I motivate your hate and embody your sin
    I spit it for Bloods, Crips and Mexicans
    I spit for Disciples and El Rukns
    This sick soundtrack to robbing and looting
    Neighbor shootings, murder and boosting
    Its fear engaged, with a fury and rage
    For my lost generation in these last days
    The fear that haunts you! It's the tool that's used to hunt you!
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Marcello Valenzano, Andre Christopher Lyon.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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