Killer Mike & El-P - Banana Clipper Lyrics
feat. Big Boireason your girl want a divorceBe at her crib with your kids saying '***** your fort'Lil' nigga[Verse 6: El-P]The style isRadiation leak at Mile IslandAlso known as Chernobyl talkListen for the sirensFor the green I'm a hoarderYou're the poor distorterSorta morbid sonnin' these *****in' whoredome explorersI'm boredEnough of your bummy shit, it's numb to the core, sureYou suck a good dick for the fameAnd couldn't resist getting playedI ***** like I'm headed to warI'm really not playing no gamesTag me god damn it I'll kill the carrier that mentions my name[Verse 7: Killer Mike]I'm a soldier of fortuneA mercenary on beatsI'm mercilessI'll torture emcees, tie up both of they feetIf they refuse to run the jewels we'll beat the bottoms of feetI'm talking grip pliers guys to the top of your teethMe and Jaime killed the competition, top of the heatIs where we staying when they corpses resting under our feetI sent they mom a little cash and a sympathy letterTold her she raised a bunch a ***** boysNext time do better*****[Verse 8: Big Boi]We the old Atlanta, new AtlantaFuture of the cityDaddy Fat Sacks don't give a damn cause can't now new niggas get with meNow it's trueNiggas are simply simple minded simple SimonsBeing dumbed down by the local radio stations by designingBut would I be wylin'No payola is requiredMy bank account obese as *****, while yours sits on a dietNigga your lease is up, your firedQuiet, that's how the boss talkRetain ownership on everything, every car boughtAnd pay for no neighbors cause I'm sitting on acresWent to Vegas, jumped a broom cause I wasn't trippin' on papersOr no prenuptual agreement for mama if we broke up and she took halfI'll still be sitting on commasEight figures nigga
