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Michael Myers Video (MV)




Performed By: Hitman
Length: 1:57
Written by: Vychan Drayton




Hitman - Michael Myers Lyrics




You know dat I don't f*ck witcho kind yein gettin to da money what da f*ck i need em round foe
Nigga take a whole week to move a cutie so why da f*ck you keep askin bout a pound foe
Yein nuthin but a rapper when it time to lay a verse Yein got da bread to pay for da studio
And everytime some real niggas get around ya u be trippin u keep actin like a mu-f*ckin groupie hoe
Lil nigga you crampin my style but shid I got sauce like Tomato Juice
Heard you been talkin dat shyt bout me just know when it's Up I won't play witchu
You gone need a Reverend to pray fa you
Put you on a death-bed for a day or two
You mite need a Doctor to stay witchu
Put it on a big screen like its payperview
Left, Right, Knockout
F*ck a fist fight imma clear da whole block out
Feelin like I'm Hov wit da Roc out
Put da coke n a pot bring a rock out
Whip dope like a Slavemaster
Beat it down from da back gimme brains after
N ion make love I'm a Dawg
Jack Rabbit I be hoppin like a Frog
Keep yo tongue n yo mouf bitch
If u da plug I'm a Outlet
Yo ol lady at work u lookin for percs she know you ain't bout shyt
Bein broke is a joke no comedian
If I say you pussy believe it den
Don't like to use Rubbers, so when I f*ck her she beg me to leave it in

Yo bitch call me Hitman
Dope n da pot now watch me do my wrist dance
I get tired I switch hands
Michael Myers on yo bitch ass
Yo bitch call me Hitman
Dope n da pot now watch me do my wrist dance
I get tired I switch hands
Michael Myers on yo bitch ass
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You know dat I don't f*ck witcho kind yein gettin to da money what da f*ck i need em round foe
Nigga take a whole week to move a cutie so why da f*ck you keep askin bout a pound foe
Yein nuthin but a rapper when it time to lay a verse Yein got da bread to pay for da studio
And everytime some real niggas get around ya u be trippin u keep actin like a mu-f*ckin groupie hoe
Lil nigga you crampin my style but shid I got sauce like Tomato Juice
Heard you been talkin dat shyt bout me just know when it's Up I won't play witchu
You gone need a Reverend to pray fa you
Put you on a death-bed for a day or two
You mite need a Doctor to stay witchu
Put it on a big screen like its payperview
Left, Right, Knockout
F*ck a fist fight imma clear da whole block out
Feelin like I'm Hov wit da Roc out
Put da coke n a pot bring a rock out
Whip dope like a Slavemaster
Beat it down from da back gimme brains after
N ion make love I'm a Dawg
Jack Rabbit I be hoppin like a Frog
Keep yo tongue n yo mouf bitch
If u da plug I'm a Outlet
Yo ol lady at work u lookin for percs she know you ain't bout shyt
Bein broke is a joke no comedian
If I say you pussy believe it den
Don't like to use Rubbers, so when I f*ck her she beg me to leave it in

Yo bitch call me Hitman
Dope n da pot now watch me do my wrist dance
I get tired I switch hands
Michael Myers on yo bitch ass
Yo bitch call me Hitman
Dope n da pot now watch me do my wrist dance
I get tired I switch hands
Michael Myers on yo bitch ass
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Writer: Vychan Drayton
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