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Method Man

Cereal Killer

 

Cereal Killer

(альбом: Blackout! - 1999)


Yeah, yeah..
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill (I'm going to kill [echoes])

[Verse One: Method Man]

Slowly I turn, step by step
Through the backwindow, I crept
Silent as a mouse on a set
While everybody in the house slept,
I disconnect the phones and the rest
Find a butcherknife
Cut the power lines to the lights
Now a nigga wild for the night
I come like the living death, straight from the dirt
Back to avenge his own death on this earth
Ever heard of Jason, then you know my work
Down to the basement, the dog get it first
I can't help myself, my thoughts ain't my own
The voices in my head just won't leave me alone
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Pissing on the car seats, flattening the wheels
So there's no escape from the fate that awaits
No one to witness the horror taking place
Yeah, now I'm on my way up the stairs
To the bedroom on my prey unaware
Heads will be hung from the chimney with care
With hopes that the police soon will be here
I'm a killer!

[Verse Two: Redman]

Yo, yo
Fuck knocking, kick the door, evict the four
Yell out: "It's a stickup, hit the floor!"
You fish cake niggas, stay Lipton off
Did your mama name you, or Mrs. Paul's
Battle in session, what's up with it?
I talk like I walk with a fucked up pivot
Niggas scream out: "It's just us bitches!"
Don't shoot, out the phonebooth
I aim at your party, hit the wrong group
"Happy birth..." ow, ow, ow, ow
Niggas done snap, running hunch back
Ducking, brick walls, get thumbtacked
So run laps, for I body you
Bust out the size, like karate shoes, Doc
Turn velcro, when night falls
Central park joggers, wear bright clothes
Tae bo, five flo's
Lizard, Centipede, Snake
I'm a killer!

Cereal, cereal killer (This is the sound of a cow: Howl)
Cereal, cereal killer

[Verse Three: Redman]

Yo, yo
I walk on backs like Mr. Bentley,
After p-p-p strips you empty
Gather around, for rapid sound
Fourth of July was three months ago, shoulda pad 'em down
No one will fold both thumbs
and eight fingers to square with Joe Young
Tongue below one, spit dumb, moron
For white boys to snowboard on
So whatchu, whatchu, whatchu want?
Chew spearmint gum two double pump
Two cannons, piece by piece
Your school get dazed like G by G
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Take nuts and screws out ferris wheels
If you ain't Missy, paying no bills
Body, you and supermarket, no thrills

Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill (Cereal, cereal killer)

[Verse Four: Method Man]

Doc hold my coat, I'm 'bout to go low
Titanic MC rock the boat meth
Tone deaf rhyme, microphone sex line
Next time don't forget the TEC-9
Step, Five digital, context is critical
Bomb threat these individiuals thats on deck
So you the illest nigga in Nebraska? Hell naw
It's the master, number sixteen, party crasher, Flex
I think too much, I drink too much
My crew don't really give two fucks, about you ducks
We over here Shaolin
What, spontaneous combust when I smoke a bag of dust
Ahh what a rush, cigar be the dutch
Method Man and Redman, Starsky and Hutch
I crush MC's
Can't trust niggas, niggas can't trust me
I'm a killer!

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