Q-strange – Stone Kold Killa Lyrics

send* corrections to the typist [Verse
1] I’m
a make a club track ‘cuz the people love that Naw
fuck that I’m, a keep it all where my loves at I
step up in the club even, Puff starts ta jump Cuz
I buck from the booth wit a rifle I’m a sniper On
the dance floor throwin’ ‘bows in your grill At
the bar in your drink got dissolved little pills In
the VIP where they poppin’ that Cris Wit
my fists around the magnum I crack ’em I, slap ’em Bouncers
runnin’ up lookin’ bigger than Chewbacca Sprayin’
me wit mace I eat that shit like binaca Punchin’
people out wit brass knuckles on each fist Throw
em down a club watch, ’em cook like a deep dish And
peep this why dem kids sellin’ them rolls Take
all they loot and, extort they hoes When
I’m up in the club man I just don’t play Even
Ludacris said move get out the way [Chorus
repeat: 2X] Stone
Kold Killa Stone
Kold Killa I
don’t give a Motherfuck
about anyone [Verse
2] Kickin’
in doors yellin’, get on the floor Ima
stone kold killa and I’m ready for more Duck
tape ya mother to a chair rape her wit a plunger All
because I’m just a ruthless motherfucker You
so funny man I’ll do it for cheap Naw
I’ll do it for free I just need some fresh meat I
got peoples heads in my closet and they rotten Sometimes
I take’em out when I wanna make out I
abduct young hoes tie’em, up in the woods Or
sometimes I let ’em run cuz it’s even more fun Gotta
gun but I only use that shit for pistol whippin’ I
got more creative type ways of kold killin I’m
lost in my demented thoughts and I’m
on Stone Cold and Steve Austin I’m
forcing my way into the game Kickin’
much ass and takin’ names You’ll
never be the same once you’ve heard Q Strange Ima, [Chorus]
[Verse
3] I
took Freddy’s glove and I stabbed him in the chest wit it Took
Jason’s machete and I stabbed him in the neck wit it Took
Michael Myers mask rocked it to the mall I
let my little boy play wit that chucky doll Even
Stephen King read my lyrics are bugged I’m
the next Bundy I ain’t talkin’ bout Bud I
love what I do there, ain’t no signs of stoppin’ I’m
stoppin’ over half dead cops I shot dead I’m
hot than I’m, illmortalized here forever A
Stone Kold Killa and I’m just too clever Ain’t
got the cheddar but I got somethin’ better The
fact that you can’t fuck with me naw never Sever
limbs from torsos head, from necks I’m
foaming out the mouth barkin’ at DMX [Chorus]
– 2X

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