الأغاني:
Killer Of Saints

[Intro - Tech N9ne] We been doing this for a long long time now... this music thing... and touring, y'know... and still... I ain't met one person that

of heavy artillery There's nothing about your war You can call it what you like I know where I'm from And it's cold and dark 'Cause all the sinners Are just saints

stores with heavy bags 'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags Uh huh, whattup? Tell you somethin' bout me My throwback game is whiffle wicked Saint

She's working for the other side She's a sinner, a saint She'll run it cool and hot She's a secret agent You can believe it or not Killer eyes and

in my head But she's touching his chest now He takes off her dress now Let me go And I just can't look it's killing me And taking control Jealousy, turning saints

killed the Kennedys?" Well after all It was you and me Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed

fruits and grains My hood talking nigga keep it simple and plain To let me explain the game break it down and cutting the levels like Tetris This youngest killer

I would rather just for you Be in a taxi driving miles from here I've been walking with no shoes Fill my kidneys up with booze Today I'm killing you, killing

all become clear 'Cause I'm being taken over by fear Forget about guns and forget ammunition 'Cause I'm killing them all on my own little mission Now I'm not a saint