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Kill Me
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Kill Me was released on September 2, 2008 by Aknu Media as a part of the album WicketWorldWide.Com
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Release DateSeptember 2, 2008
LabelReel Life Productions
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM98

Credits

Lyrics

Ugh, kill me? You lookin' sick!
Naw, fuck that! Oh, I'm dead, right? (Come and see me)
I'm wonderin': should I?
And how could I
Escape from the planet of the apes?
Guerilla mind state
Suicide's quicker, but I'd rather be the killer
Than a dead, **** body bled, red flows through the river
When dead men float but I step through the smoke in Heaven
I show no mercy whatsoever, so never apologetic
It's hectic and devilish in the killin' fields
Gon' take more than Michael Jackson to make the world heal
I'm ill, so many wish for my death I feel I'm suicidal
But I don't mess all what they want me to do is die
So ressurect the show from related chemicals
Mad science count it down as it rolls and it blows
It's me, tickin' time bomb walkin' freely
Through any facility, ain't no killin' me
**** kill me, they wanna kill me
They fuckin' with the real in me, they wanna see the ill me
**** kill me, they wanna kill me
They fuckin' with the real in me, they wanna see the ill me
**** kill me, they wanna kill me
They fuckin' with the real in me, they wanna see the ill me
**** kill me, they wanna kill me
They fuckin' with the real in me, they wanna see the ill me
**** kill me hopin' my futures lookin' dim
I just go with the flows movement of dead men don't swim
Plus my religion, never livin' in fear
Need a witness leave one of these bitches, with chicks to volunteer
To fuck with me never fuck with me, what it be
I'm ready to die, my life is just a luxury
Defended and be defenseless, sweat by the minutes
I'm sick, never drownin' in my own shit
Do or die, you came to fry, you justify
The evils that **** do, voodoo in disguise
This game of death we play is for killas only
And it's a bitch, these bustas runnin' up on me
**** kill me, they wanna kill me
They fuckin' with the real in me, they wanna see the ill me
**** kill me, they wanna kill me
They fuckin' with the real in me, they wanna see the ill me
**** kill me, they wanna kill me
They fuckin' with the real in me, they wanna see the ill me
**** kill me, they wanna kill me
They fuckin' with the real in me, they wanna see the ill me
Wicked behavior sends chills to the coward who's stiff
Enough to break in half, break off every worker on the staff
Your last days is numbered by my wicked ways
I hate to say it, but every step wrong ya stepped into a grave
It never ceased to amaze me
I gotta ask every **** "Who thought you lookin at?" You all a crazy
Dead men walkin' through the grave zone
I'm sick of waitin' for death it's like I got the wrong colors on
This ain't Killa Cali, Detroit is where I'm from
Next gangbangin' ass **** to claim my hood won't live to see the sun
Never thought I'd have to step in the middle a war on my block
Killa murder plot, fuck it you
**** kill me, they wanna kill me
They fuckin' with the real in me, they wanna see the ill me
**** kill me, they wanna kill me
They fuckin' with the real in me, they wanna see the ill me
**** kill me, they wanna kill me
They fuckin' with the real in me, they wanna see the ill me
**** kill me, they wanna kill me
They fuckin' with the real in me, they wanna see the ill me
Written by: Esham, Mastamind
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