Assassino da Pista
(O homem é conhecido como o assassino da pista)
(Tudo que ele deixa pra trás são marcas de seus sapatos cobertos de sangue no chão)
(Ele possui um problema em que ele tem que dançar após um assassinato)
High school musical, but my physical
Mato por contrato, mas tenho um tique nervoso de dança
Meto um moonwalk depois de uma matança
Se eu vejo sangue, meu pé já começa uma bonança
High school musical, but my physical
Mato por contrato, mas tenho um tique nervoso de dança
Meto um moonwalk depois de uma matança
Se eu vejo sangue, meu pé já começa uma bonança
Se eu mato macho, eu faço o Charleston
Se eu mato mulher, eu faço The Single Ladies
Se eu mato neném, eu faço o Whip Nae Nae
(Não, tô vendo sangue! Não! Eu tô me segurando!)
(Foda-se!)
Faz o Billie Jean
Pego a grana, mato esse cara, guardo a Glock, saio no swing
(Foda-se!)
Faz o Billie Jean
Pego a grana, mato esse cara, guardo a Glock, saio no swing
Tiro a sua vida, assassino, sou o killer
Cê tá na mira, não sabe? Se vira
Essa choppa sincera me tornou o kira
Dá 2 segundo que eu viro shakira
Eles me busca, mas have no clue
Must be the way that I move
Passando mal, slide on the ground
Blood is all over my shoes and it's true
I grab a bag and I toosie slide, yo
That's just facts, count my homicides though
Maxed out stats, better watch your side door
I will be there with a knife in to your throat
Passo a lambida e go
Nunca me perco no flow, that's what I know
Eles me perde porque são cego
I fuck it up and let go yeah
I grab a bag and I toosie slide, yo
That's just facts, count my homicides though
Maxed out stats, better watch your side door
I will be there with a knife in to your throat
Passo a lambida e go
Nunca me perco no flow, that's what I know
Eles me perde porque são cego
I fuck it up and let go bitch!
(Tá, mas eu não entendi um negócio)
(Ele mata os outros e dança depois? Que porra é essa?)
(Foda-se!)
Faz o billie jean
Pego a grana, mato esse cara, guardo a Glock, saio no swing
(Foda-se!)
Faz o billie jean
Pego a grana, mato esse cara, guardo a Glock e saio no swing
Track Killer
(The man is known as the track killer)
(Everything he leaves behind are bloody shoeprints on the ground)
(He has a problem where he has to dance after a murder)
High school musical, but my physical
I kill for hire, but I have a nervous dance tick
I hit a moonwalk after a slaughter
If I see blood, my feet start to groove
High school musical, but my physical
I kill for hire, but I have a nervous dance tick
I hit a moonwalk after a slaughter
If I see blood, my feet start to groove
If I kill a dude, I do the Charleston
If I kill a girl, I do The Single Ladies
If I kill a baby, I do the Whip Nae Nae
(No, I see blood! No! I'm holding back!)
(Fuck it!)
Do the Billie Jean
Grab the cash, kill this guy, stash the Glock, step out with a swing
(Fuck it!)
Do the Billie Jean
Grab the cash, kill this guy, stash the Glock, step out with a swing
I take your life, killer, I'm the real deal
You're in my sights, you don't know? Get real
This choppa's honest, turned me into a killer
Give me 2 seconds and I turn into Shakira
They look for me, but have no clue
Must be the way that I move
Feeling sick, slide on the ground
Blood is all over my shoes and it's true
I grab a bag and I toosie slide, yo
That's just facts, count my homicides though
Maxed out stats, better watch your side door
I will be there with a knife to your throat
I step with a lick and go
Never lose my flow, that's what I know
They lose me 'cause they're blind
I fuck it up and let go, yeah
I grab a bag and I toosie slide, yo
That's just facts, count my homicides though
Maxed out stats, better watch your side door
I will be there with a knife to your throat
I step with a lick and go
Never lose my flow, that's what I know
They lose me 'cause they're blind
I fuck it up and let go, bitch!
(Okay, but I don't get one thing)
(He kills others and dances after? What the hell is this?)
(Fuck it!)
Do the Billie Jean
Grab the cash, kill this guy, stash the Glock, step out with a swing
(Fuck it!)
Do the Billie Jean
Grab the cash, kill this guy, stash the Glock, and step out with a swing