Thriller Criminal
• Written by TopSov
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Lyrics:
Thriller criminal, in ya' dinner hall
see he'll hee hee an', gonna get you all
win big ya' bitch think, spin a little more
ya' couldn't get a draw? Would'a set you up?
gotta strike or spare, like I could care 'bout
your type a hair, so we 'bout, to throw down
over pronouns, an' would you like the chair?
steel or electric? I got the feels for
your next bitch, an we'll see if she'll get rich',
'ard, that's get dick, or start with the next big
thing, could've guessed they'd swing, unimpressed daily
could of named, namely; Lil Ray, Stacey
in your face A G? Gotta blame? Blame
me on the way to make; Peace, flamed beef
an a bit racey, with the flip waste me:
make me baked beans am Shady
