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Killafornia home of the killers (killers)
Smoke please, only one winner
Killafornia home of the killers (killers)

So many chicks that I’m chasing so many fuckers are hatin
Somebody show me ya hatin so make it all cause I’m waitin
For me your bone I’ll be thinkin’ only so much that I’m taken
Pain in your privace delinkin must understand I’m complacent
Upon a stettle with metal, there aint no metal upon it
You want to strike like the general but you wet the begona
Bring your gun if ya wanna so we theft if I wanna
Get me the killer from California ready for action if I’m a..

If you want it we got we’re prostitiutes and narcotics have you FDA pockets
I’m fuckin’ pro with the product
There aint no way you can stop it I just suggest that you drop it
These fuckers making me gothic cause they mistakingly mock it
I leave them  bained and baffled like when they cut me with a scalple
Never trying to get gaffled that’s why I aim for the apple.
From the hood to the castle I’m stickin fitter in asshole
Grand prize for the raffle, napalm and shrapnel.

This killafornia home of the killers (killers)
Killafornia home of the killers (killers)
Smoke please, only one winner
Killafornia home of the killers (killers)

You got the gleamers and schemers and the boneless redeemers
So many bleechers beneath us and they wishin they beat us
They also look like a fetus
You could never defeat us bring all your heaters to heat us when you were tempted to leave us, yo beat us
try to imagine what happens when you can pocket some garbage into new life,
So tragic, no matter who is the hardest,
No matter who the guard is tell them they fucked us regardless
Don’t even get me started I can be so retarded
Just like a  blessing from satan the world is mine for the taking
And over model we’re makin and yet fill them and shake them
We take your name and we breakin’ any rules that you makin
Ain’t nothing pertaining, I turn a pigeon to bacon
I threw my hand for the bars and always make with the glove
Down to spray up the club and let em say who it was
Rich I’m a failure at love unless you cater to thugs
You could miss me with hugs, I’ll fuckin kiss you with slugs

This killafornia home of the killers (killers)
Killafornia home of the killers (killers)
Smoke please, only one winner
Killafornia home of the killers (killers)

This killafornia home of the killers (killers)
Killafornia home of the killers (killers)
Smoke please, only one winner
Killafornia home of the killers (killers)