Cereal Killer Lyrics
| Song | Cereal Killer |
| Artist | Method Man |
| Album | Blackout! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Clarke, Diggs, Method Man ... | |
| Yeah, murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill | |
| Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill | |
| I'm going to kill | |
| Slowly I turn, step by step through the back window, | |
| I creptSilent as a mouse on a set while everybody in the house slept | |
| I disconnect the phones and the rest find a butcher knife | |
| 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, flattenin' 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 | |
| Yo, yoFuck 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 phone booth | |
| I aim at your party, hit the wrong group, "Happy birth" | |
| Niggas done snap, runnin' hunch back | |
| Ducking, brick walls, get thumbtacked | |
| So run laps, for | |
| I body you | |
| Bust out the size, like karate shoes, | |
| DocTurn Velcro, when night falls | |
| Central park joggers, wear bright clothes | |
| Tae Bo, five flo's lizard, centipede, snake | |
| I'm a killer, | |
| I'm a killer | |
| This is the sound of a cow | |
| Yo, yoI 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 YoungTongue 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 GMurda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill | |
| Take nuts and screws out ferris wheels | |
| If you ain't | |
| Missy, payin' no bills | |
| Body, you and supermarket, no thrills | |
| Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill | |
| Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill | |
| 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 individuals thats on deck | |
| So you the ill est nigga in | |
| Nebraska? | |
| Hell nawIt's the master, number sixteen, party crasher, | |
| FlexI 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, what a rush, cigar be the dutch | |
| Method Man and | |
| Redman, Starsky and | |
| HutchI crush | |
| MC's can't trust niggas, niggas can't trust me | |
| I'm a killer | |
| Cereal, cereal killer | |
| Cereal, cereal killer | |
| Cereal, cereal killer | |
| Cereal, cereal killer |
| zuo ci : Clarke, Diggs, Method Man ... | |
| Yeah, murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill | |
| Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill | |
| I' m going to kill | |
| Slowly I turn, step by step through the back window, | |
| I creptSilent as a mouse on a set while everybody in the house slept | |
| I disconnect the phones and the rest find a butcher knife | |
| 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, flattenin' 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 | |
| Yo, yoFuck 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 phone booth | |
| I aim at your party, hit the wrong group, " Happy birth" | |
| Niggas done snap, runnin' hunch back | |
| Ducking, brick walls, get thumbtacked | |
| So run laps, for | |
| I body you | |
| Bust out the size, like karate shoes, | |
| DocTurn Velcro, when night falls | |
| Central park joggers, wear bright clothes | |
| Tae Bo, five flo' s lizard, centipede, snake | |
| I' m a killer, | |
| I' m a killer | |
| This is the sound of a cow | |
| Yo, yoI 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 YoungTongue 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 GMurda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill | |
| Take nuts and screws out ferris wheels | |
| If you ain' t | |
| Missy, payin' no bills | |
| Body, you and supermarket, no thrills | |
| Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill | |
| Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill | |
| 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 | |
| TEC9 step | |
| Five digital, context is critical | |
| Bomb threat these individuals thats on deck | |
| So you the ill est nigga in | |
| Nebraska? | |
| Hell nawIt' s the master, number sixteen, party crasher, | |
| FlexI 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, what a rush, cigar be the dutch | |
| Method Man and | |
| Redman, Starsky and | |
| HutchI crush | |
| MC' s can' t trust niggas, niggas can' t trust me | |
| I' m a killer | |
| Cereal, cereal killer | |
| Cereal, cereal killer | |
| Cereal, cereal killer | |
| Cereal, cereal killer |
| zuò cí : Clarke, Diggs, Method Man ... | |
| Yeah, murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill | |
| Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill | |
| I' m going to kill | |
| Slowly I turn, step by step through the back window, | |
| I creptSilent as a mouse on a set while everybody in the house slept | |
| I disconnect the phones and the rest find a butcher knife | |
| 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, flattenin' 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 | |
| Yo, yoFuck 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 phone booth | |
| I aim at your party, hit the wrong group, " Happy birth" | |
| Niggas done snap, runnin' hunch back | |
| Ducking, brick walls, get thumbtacked | |
| So run laps, for | |
| I body you | |
| Bust out the size, like karate shoes, | |
| DocTurn Velcro, when night falls | |
| Central park joggers, wear bright clothes | |
| Tae Bo, five flo' s lizard, centipede, snake | |
| I' m a killer, | |
| I' m a killer | |
| This is the sound of a cow | |
| Yo, yoI 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 YoungTongue 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 GMurda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill | |
| Take nuts and screws out ferris wheels | |
| If you ain' t | |
| Missy, payin' no bills | |
| Body, you and supermarket, no thrills | |
| Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill | |
| Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill | |
| 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 | |
| TEC9 step | |
| Five digital, context is critical | |
| Bomb threat these individuals thats on deck | |
| So you the ill est nigga in | |
| Nebraska? | |
| Hell nawIt' s the master, number sixteen, party crasher, | |
| FlexI 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, what a rush, cigar be the dutch | |
| Method Man and | |
| Redman, Starsky and | |
| HutchI crush | |
| MC' s can' t trust niggas, niggas can' t trust me | |
| I' m a killer | |
| Cereal, cereal killer | |
| Cereal, cereal killer | |
| Cereal, cereal killer | |
| Cereal, cereal killer |
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