- Votes:
- Composer:
- Michael Render / Antwan Patton / David Sheats
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- 2003
- american
- rap
 
- See also:
Killer Mike - A.D.I.D.A.S. lyrics
Pussy nigga whatcha doin!
 Hook
 All day I dream about, all day I dream about
 sex
 It's the way you move your sexy groove
 That's got my mind all over you
 All day I dream about, all day I dream about
 Your sex feels so savoifare
 I'm tired of jacking off cause you not there
 Big Boi
 65' Chevrolet Impala peachy cream
 Oozing down the street like toothpaste
 Cause the ivory is clean
 Talkin' bout mean at the inseam on the inside of the ship
 Not a honey dip to hunch on, testes more blue than a Crip
 Or the blue man group caught that on the Vegas strip
 Chillin' with good game, Ju Ju, Pimpin Ken and my nigga Don Magic
 Pimpin Ken and my nigga Diamond Jit
 Pimps (pimps), lips (lips), legs (legs), arms (arms),
 Necks (necks), hips (hips), head (head) monk test
 It's the camel toe and that's fo' sho'
 My brain is on one track
 Like Marion Berry thoughts for crack
 Or like a rock star does for smack.
 None of that but the female genitalia's where its at
 I'm a man and I demand a woman for that act
 Personal preference plus I use the law of nature as a reference
 Now I don't ever recall seeing a man turn up pregnant, but that's just me
 Feminine female fantasies frolic freely in my cockpit
 Every thirty something seconds I can't stop it
Hook
 Killer Mike
 Killer Kill from Adamsville and in my Bonneville I chill
 Heifers call me Black & Decker, I don't screw them hoes I drill
 I've been cuttin' cute lil' coochies since before the record deal
 Catch me daydreaming about them, thick, medium or slim
 Doctors call that thing vagina, in the hood we call it trim
 White boys call it snatch, Puerto Ricans call it chocha
 Nathaniel likes his white, I like mines dark as cola
 It's the first thing on my mind in the morn when I roll over
 All men young and old in the end its what we're after
 Even my grandpappy's happy. He got prescribed Viagra.
 (Granddaddy, granddaddy, what's up? what's up? It's me.
 Hey, let me get about three of them blue diamonds.
 I promise I gotcha back tomorrow)
Hook
 Killer Mike
 When I drill I don't spill even if she's on the pill
 Keep my weapon covered concealed and in a shield
 Cause I don't need that A.I.D.S.
 A "D" and a "A" missing out my A.D.I.D.A.S. (plus)Killer Mike - A.D.I.D.A.S. - http://motolyrics.com/killer-mike/adidas-lyrics.html
 We don't need no DNA mixing between us
 We just need to keep this thing friendly and hush, hush
 On the down low, like R. Kelly and youngsters
 But over eighteen only cause baby I'm no perv!
 From the tour bus to the lobby, elevator to the room
 We can jump each other's bones but there's no jumping brooms!
 Big Boi
 Buffoon you are to consumed in the womb
 It is too early for you to jump the broom (boom!)
Hook
 "Monster"
 Verse One
 I'm an ungodly figure
 When in the company of hard liquor
 Texas niggaz turned me on to water
 I smoked the river
 Apocalyptic creature, stay lacing reefer
 Stay serving geekers, stay holding heaters
 Murder fanatic, killer fantastic
 Swerving semi-conscious with a half a blunt and an automatic
 Bought it to snort it, just in case I meet with static
 What I deliver to your address is dead tragic
 Your mother scream in that limousine
 Followed by some slow traffic
 Here's the reason for my murder tactics
 I'm Killer Kill I ain't a fuckin rapper! I'm a crack sacker!
 I'm a strong-armed robbery and kidnapper!
 I'm a carjacker! I'm a if you owe dough then yo' ho snatcher!
 I'm a Slumlord for life not a fuckin actor!
 I'm the fear that haunts you! I'm the tool that's used to haunt you!
 Hook
 I'm the monster! I'm your sick and twisted monster!
 (Repeat)
 Verse Two
 I'm the hate in the dark heart of heartless men!
 Deprived of love, feed crack, nurtured in sin!
 I'm unwanted children doped up on Ritalin by age ten
 At sixteen a fiend! Nurturing a weed habit and a bottle of gin
 I'm the soul of women that's been betrayed by men
 That trifling nigga looking to deceive her again
 Earn her trust again, then I lust again
 When she turn her back, I'm diggin in her friend again!
 I motivate your hate and embody your sin
 I spit it for Bloods, Crips and Mexicans
 I spit for Disciples and El Rukns
 This sick soundtrack to robbing and looting
 Neighbor shootings, murder and boosting
 Its fear engaged, with a fury and rage
 For my lost generation in these last days
 The fear that haunts you! It's the tool that's used to hunt you!



















