I Kill People

Did you miss me?

Ah yeah

What, what

M.C. Vagina's right back in this bitch

2009 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, punk ass gangsters, what you looking 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, 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 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, (What)

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

If a guy messes with me, I shoot him with my load

All over his chest and face and down his throat

'Cause 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 'cause 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 'cause 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 'cause 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 sister's vaginas