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Jon Lajoie - I Kill People lyrics
Did you miss me
 Oooh, yeah
 What, what
 MC Vagina's right back in this bitch
 Two thousand nine is the year that I recorded this song
 Still not loving police
 Still got love for the vaginal crease
 Player haters beware, because
 Guns don't kill people, uh uh
 I kill people with guns
 Pow
 Guns don't kill people, uh uh
 I kill people with guns
 Pow
 Hey punkass gangsters, what you lookin' at
 You think you can front with me, you better watch your back
 Because I have a lot of guns and I can shoot them good
 I'm a menace from society, a boy on the hood
 I'm invincible like Bruce Willis in the movie "Invincible"
 I'm invisible like... well, I'm not really invisible
 I'm bad like the movie "Attack of the Clones"
 I'm dangerous (dangerous) like a fire in a nursing home
 Old people burning, old people burning
 Put your hands up
 Old people burning, old people burning
 That's kinda messed up
 What, what, you got a problem with this
 Maybe I should kick you in the face with my fist
 Because on top of guns I know karate and ninja stuff
 So if you'll come at me I'll trip you then I'll suck your nuts
 I-I mean I'll punch your nuts
 Sucking them would be gay and I'm totally not gay
 I'm all about V.A.G.I.N.A.
 Guns don't kill people, uh uh
 I kill people with guns
 Pow
 Guns don't kill people, uh uhJon Lajoie - I Kill People - http://motolyrics.com/jon-lajoie/i-kill-people-lyrics.html
 I kill people with guns
 Pow
 If a guy messes with me I shoot him with my load
 All over his chest and face and down his throat
 'Cos I don't give a fuck, I'm crazy, like Mel Gibson
 No, wait, that just makes me sound racist
 Listen, I buy a lot of expensive things because I have a lot of money
 You can't afford expensive things 'cos you don't have a lot of money
 Ha-ha, you want these things, but you cannot afford them
 That means that you're not cool, 'cos you're just a poor person
 Stupid poor people, stupid poor people
 I have more money than you
 Stupid poor people, stupid poor people
 You can't even afford food
 When I show women my money, they want to have sex with me
 And they always have orgasms 'cos my penis is so big
 Twenty-five inches long and twelve inches thick
 I'm the Anthony Hopkins of cock, the Albert Einstein of dick
 I'm the Beatles of cumshots, the Mozart of huge balls
 The Anne Frank of erections
 No... that's inappropriate
 Everybody knows that my rhymes are really tight
 Like an extra large condom on my penis, that's right
 My lyrics are like the movie "The Shawshank Redemption"
 They're really good
 Guns don't kill people, uh uh
 I kill people with guns
 Pow
 Guns don't kill people, uh uh
 I kill people with guns
 Pow
 I've killed so many people that I don't even remember how many people I've killed
 But it's probably around seven... thousand
 Two thousand five plus four pennies representing the north side
 C to the anada, bitch
 Oh, yeah, women are actually good for four things
 Cooking, cleaning, vaginas and their sisters' vaginas











