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Limp Bizkit

Killer In You

 

Killer In You

(album: Gold Cobra - 2011)


There's a motherfucking killer on the loose
And he'll destroy every single one of you
You'd better watch it 'cause he's looking for your ass now
Better lock all your doors shut the house down
He's making a list and he's checking it twice
He was born pissed and he's ready to slice
His reality ain't like yours and mine
He can shed blood I hope it ain't mine
He don't give a fuck if you're crying for help
He was born blind in the chambers of hell
Satan gave this homeboy a licence to kill
And if he comes knocking I'mma show him the deal

What the fuck you gonna do about that
What the fuck you gonna do about that
When the killer showing up with a gat
You're gonna have to grab your ass a baseball bat
Remind this motherfucker where the home run's at
What the fuck you gonna do about that
What the fuck you gonna do about that
You gonna have to face the moment of truth
You know what to do
You gonna have to go and find the killer in you

He's got a trunk full of hatchets and shit
Bombs, gasoline, matches and shit
Anything that make a human die quick
Creeping in the night like some super-sly shit
So scandalous! Everything about him is wrong!
Chainsaw stalk none at the crack of dawn
Leatherface is a pussy, it don't compare
He'll have you shitting in your motherfucking underwear
All you homies acting hard better get a grip
He'll kill your wife and your baby sleeping in the crib
We gotta stop him
Shut this motherfucker down
Show his ass who runs this motherfucking town
Show his ass who runs this motherfucking town

What the fuck you gonna do about that
What the fuck you gonna do about that
When the killer showing up with a gat
You going have to grab your ass a baseball bat
Remind this motherfucker where the home run's at
What the fuck you gonna do about that
What the fuck you gonna do about that
You gonna have to face the moment of truth
You know what to do
You gonna have to go and find the killer in you

Plant that motherfucker on the curb
Saw the killer in you
Show that motherfucker what the deal
What's real
Now it's real

Yeah (Kill that motherfucker)

What the fuck you gonna do about that
What the fuck you gonna do about that
When the killer showing up with a gat
You going have to grab your ass a baseball bat
Remind this motherfucker where the home run's at
What the fuck you gonna do about that
What the fuck you gonna do about that
You gonna have to face the moment of truth
You know what to do
You gonna have to go and find the killer in you

done

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