let a killa lyrics – icp

sick of this bull sh*t
all these b*tches thinking they’re the f*ckin’ whip
just ‘cuz they got a neden, f*ck yer neden b*tch
that’s right an don’t call me s*xist ‘cuz i ain’t s*xist
i’m the s*xiest, but i ain’t s*xist
if i’m s*xist then i’m the s*xiest, s*xist
b*tch call me s*xy, s*x, s*xy, s*xist

i see you hoes on tv glamorous models super celebrities
rolls-royce fine wines and cl*ss
you need to come down to the hood let me spank dat *ss
i want a famous hoe, a b*tch on top with some h*lly bank role
i been chasin’ a girl from letters to cleo, but she broke her neato

mariah carry man forget it, if o.d.b hit it i cant f*ck wit it
nuttin’ against ole dirty or nuthin’
but i know he at least got herpes or something

i wouldn’t mind f*cking britney spears
in a cheap hotel with them ceiling mirrors
with that b*tch, in a couple of weeks
i’d have her hooked on crack rock workin’ the streets

all them hoes fantasies
about juggalo scrubs in between they thighs
but they too scared to let it be
so instead they f*ck ricky martin
and pretend its me

let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you right
let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you
never gone back in the night

let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you right
let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you
never gone back in the night

huh, let’s see where to begin, knock knock, who’s there?
a ball sac for ya chin, i be f*ckin’ them business hoes that jock
from them interns up to the presidents wife

now sh*lly ain’t famous but i still put ’em in a bone through
the glitzy glaze grabbin’ a j, i don’t give a f*ck
but clyde walked in his jaw dropped down
act like he never seen the b*tt cheeks of a clown

i had the secretary on the top of the desk
*ss hole naked, i was in the cigar chest
smokin’ up keepin’ blunts with the janitor
f*ck all them hoes, say jock ask my manager

business women in executive halls
let yo head down an tongue slap my b*lls
some of them b*tches are a little bit old
dusty *ss neden with a loopy foam

like this one chick i f*cked in the dark
i had the b*tch moanin’ like a happy *ss r*t*rd
we finished turn on the lights it was horrid
oh sh*t sharon osbourne

let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you right
let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you
never gone back in the night

let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you right
let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you
never gone back in the night

i wanna f*ck carmen electra
‘cuz she’ll f*ck anybody first day she met ya
but as soon as you fall off the map
she on to the next guy like “sigh” baby

let me f*ck a famous hoe one night
i’ll post the video up on our web site
me an shaggy may might sit with the stars
but my boyz are out back breakin’ into your cars

dumb hoes quit f*ckin’ them richees
wit silky shirts on turtle neck d*ckeys
frenchies straight out the hair salon
with a f*ggot *ss name like jean

we the ones from the other side yellin’
clown love b*tch, i’m the ghetto ride
i won’t take you on the expensive trip’s
but i’ll part yo neden lips

hehhe people wanna ride wit dem or us
jaguar with ken or a simple bus
f*ck you then we don’t need you hoes
i.c.p forever with the juggalos

let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you right
let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you
never gone back in the night

let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you right
let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you
never gone back in the night

let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you right
let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you
never gone back in the night

let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you right
let a killer f*ck you
let a killer f*ck you
never gone back in the night

sick of this bull sh*t
that’s right you need to stay on tv
because this is my reality
but i’m even sick of these hottys
in the real world like at the beach

i see you at the beach b*tch wearing your thong bikini
you one of those b*tch beaches
you’re one of them beaches at the b*tch
you’re one of them a you a b*tch at the beach
an i’m sick of that sh*t

because the bottom line is this, i’m a go to the mothaf*ckin’ b*tch
with my mothaf*ckan speedo’s on
an i’m a walk up an down the beach like, sup b*tch?
ha ha ha b*tch b*tch
ooh we’re gonna have fun he he he ooh yes

/ icp lyrics