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    (feat. B.Real)

    This is killafornia home of the killas
    killafornia home of the killas
    smoke clears only one winner
    killafornia home of the killas

    [B. Real]
    So many dreams that I'm chasing,
    so many fuckers are hating
    Somebody show me you hate me,
    show me your dog cause I'm waiting
    throw me a bowl I'll be bakin'
    only so much that I'm takin'
    Handing your privates to Lincoln,
    misunderstood and complacent
    You wanna stand for what medal,
    that ain't no medal of honor
    You want to strike like a general,
    but you end up a goner,
    bringing a donor to ???
    It's only fair that I warn ya
    that I'm a killa from California,
    waiting for action and drama

    If you want it we got it,
    from prostitution to narcotics
    Have you empty your pockets,
    I'm fucking pro with the product
    there ain't no way you can stop it
    I just suggest that you drop it
    these fuckers making me cock it
    cause they mistakingly mock it
    I leave em' blazed and baffled
    Like when they cut me with scalpels
    never trying to be grappled
    that's why i aim for the apple
    from the hood to the castle
    I'm still considered an asshole
    grand prize of the raffle
    napalm and shrapnel


    got the dreamers and schemers
    And the ballas with Beamers
    so many leeches beneath us
    and they wishing they heed us
    You'll Salute like a fetus
    you can never defeat us
    bring all your heaters to heat us
    when you attempt to defeat us
    you be try to imagine what happens
    when you impart with some garbage
    everything in life is so tragic
    no matter who is the hardest
    no matter who your god is
    I'm telling you fuckers regardless
    Don’t even get me started
    I can be so retarded

    It's like a blessing from satan
    the world is mine for the taking
    bent over model of makin'
    and yet still I'm a shake 'em
    we take the name that we breakin'
    any rules that you makin'
    Ain't nothing pertaining
    I turn a pig into bacon
    I'll save my aim for the fuzz
    And always make with the glove
    down to spray up the club
    and let 'em say who it was
    bitch i'm a failure at love
    unless you cater to thugs
    you can mess me with hugs
    I'll fuckin' kiss you with slugs

    [Chorus x2]

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