[Intro: Tech N9ne] Shh psycho over there Here he comes, here he comes Hey James (Yeah) You're killin us with that wild red hair, bro (I like to kill people, people like you)
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] I'm a college student sitting next to James Holmes His mental light ain't on n the love him like ain't showin So I gotta invite him to study at my strange home Cause he needs to be flame thrown and repeatedly banged on Til his brain gone, you think you Bane? I put my fangs on Then it's game on, for the pain, gonna break his dang bones Cause James wrong; get him a hook, to hang on And drain Holmes veins; get em to switch his insane tone You have entered the dungeon of real killas Demons they will fill us, with drillas and steel millas He'll pay me with his life, cause this animal's real crazy Cause this motherfucker don't even care if he kill babies I wish, this would've happen like it happened in my mind Instead of what occurred in theater number 9 My condolences to the families that mourn All humanity was torn, for what he damaged see some horns mothafucker Burn in hell for eternity for what you did The depths of Hell gonna swallow your ass
[Hook] Gone, baby, gone, never made the dawn Never had a fucking chance to turn crazy on My fire in AC he stopped ya, shock ta Aurora Colorado, I got ya
[Verse 2: Smackola of Dirty Wormz] Raa! Dirty Wormz This is Amityville horror Aurora I make him feel the flame For the respect of the families I mention no names And I can feel your pain; you see the devil's face? Look at him smiling on trial, this is a closed case Mister Yates, let him in, close the gate This is the date for his fate, there will be no escape Duct tape, zip em up, strap em down He's graduatin here give em his cap n gown Turn off your cell phones, no talking in the preview It's the last midnight show and you know just how it end, too It ain't no part two, this ain't no cartoon Watch em start screamin for god when I put this fire to em This is the murder show, order the blood bath A psychopath that murders psychopaths actin bad And walk away like I'm Dexter man with my bandana to the back In all black like I'm Batman Dirty Wormz
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[Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko] Hahahaha, here's Kali What you want me to be a, killa? Wish I can fill up my voice with some incredible heat And no catchin me slip, and I stay on my feet Call up Brotha Lynch and I tell him go eat James, your brain will be dangling from strings if the Strangers could change it, at yourself you would aim I wish a nigga would, run up in the movies While I’m in there with my kids and my boo I would be popping them back at you Cause oddly they life is through, and I’m godly but might get stupid Psychotic ain’t no excuse, cause I’m there too and I can prove it (okay) We hold him for pressures it ain’t effortless For Holmes to count his blessings Cause he gotta deal with the rest of us And I’d love to take his chest off the rest of him Arrestin him ain’t good enough, let’s make him a vegetable On second thought, I'mma pray for him (nah) Hope the angel of death opens the gate for him (yeah) Better tell em if ya bust in Aurora All the nations reppin Snake and the Bat will be aiming for ya (Kali) In the immortal words of Tech N9ne baby The sands of time have already begun to pour against you
[Hook] Krizz Kaliko] I got ya Colorado I got you Tech N9ne got you Smackola got you Strange Music that’s our biggest market We love you, our condolences to the families that lost their loved ones... to this punkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
