(feat. Kyel)

[Lynch]

It's the Hunta Killa
Off of the 9 skrilla
Wit my nap sack fulla pilla

^!$$% worst than the movie Thrilla and realla
Cause this is real life (that's right)
I saw that ^!$$% get his head tore off (by who?)

By the same ^!$$% that took his wife
You know I come nutty stingin like syphillis
You can get your liver split

By your own bictch $#&@in wit this
Stay drunk when I dip and ain't %#@!
I got vast amounts

Your $$#'ll count em when I'm shootin em down your (*##$'s mouth
(Cause this the) Hunta Killa deal a lot
And $#&@in em %#@! shoes (wit the what?)

Wit the nine and watchin the bloody nut come out everytime
And you know it's mine
When I com through loomin

Wit the MK-1 and when they done they lookin like sushi (Raw!)
Wit the oozie I get the %#@! done
You know it's like velcro or polygrip

I stick to the %#@! that make you nut up wit your dome split
I want you to trip
And I'll be sittin right there wit the casket

(You know!) you was at the wrong place at the right time then you got blasted
(You hoe!) Hunta Killa in black mack-10 in the trunk with the slump
I'll hug you like mama

When I use it it gotta be because I be off that juicy %#@!
Not use to it I'm addicted to the siccness
Might flip this ^!$$% %#@! frequently

Them young g's they wanna speak to me
(But what) but they don't need to be
I'll have they hat quick

Wit no pactice
Put you in the trunk wit the slump stickin em like a cactus
And I'm concentratin on stackin grip

I got's to hit you wit the slug
No love (*##$ $$# ^!$$% you know
It's Hunta Killa (that's realla)


[Chorus: x3]


Put you in duct tape and leave you sinkin in the river
(Hunta Killa! Killa!)


Put you in duct! Put you in duct tape!

[Kyel]

Spent most of my time on the grind
In the bucket wit a loaded tech nine
On the corner lookin' out for the one time

And these ^!$$%s from the othaside tryin to take mine
Keep the heat on my waist line
Make bullets chase ^!$$%s and erase fake ^!$$%s

You can call me the grave digga
Money go-getta all about the skrilla
Cap pilla known for breakin in homes and gettin the goods

Cross the line of the mastermind motha$#&@a I wish you would
Got ^!$$%s in every hood and ready to go to war
I'm gettin paid the way I should so what the $#&@ you hatin for

Waistin time thinkin bout mine you should be gettin yours
You den put yourself in some deep %#@!
Now you hittin the floor when I come through

Kickin down your door like a predator
Spittin lyrics in metaphors
All you rap cats thinkin you the %#@!

My game's 10 years ahead of yours
And I'm headed for the top
Lyrics don't never stop

So $#&@ whateva you talkin bout
I'm takin over %#@! and I'm settin up shop
Raisin ^!$$%s up out they spot

All you bustas gotta go
Now I'mma bust a (*##$ and let you know
We can tear and war wit these scary hoes
Wit a tech 9 to your dome
It aint %#@! for me to run up in your home

Wit the chrome take whateva the $#&@ I want then get gone
I was born to be a rida known as a balla shot calla
Leader of the pack
Ain't neva been no followa
Ain't neva been no busta

Dumpin on motha$#&@as
Ain't neva been no sucka spillin information to the undacova
I only $#&@ wit ridas and realas thug ^!$$%s drug dealas
All about the skrilla cemetary fillas
It's Hunta Killa (That's reala)


[Chorus x3]