Assassino da Pista
MC V.V
Track Killer
(The man is known as the track killer)
(Everything he leaves behind are bloody shoeprints on the ground)
(He has a problem where he has to dance after a murder)
High school musical, but my physical
I kill for hire, but I have a nervous dance tick
I hit a moonwalk after a slaughter
If I see blood, my feet start to groove
High school musical, but my physical
I kill for hire, but I have a nervous dance tick
I hit a moonwalk after a slaughter
If I see blood, my feet start to groove
If I kill a dude, I do the Charleston
If I kill a girl, I do The Single Ladies
If I kill a baby, I do the Whip Nae Nae
(No, I see blood! No! I'm holding back!)
(Fuck it!)
Do the Billie Jean
Grab the cash, kill this guy, stash the Glock, step out with a swing
(Fuck it!)
Do the Billie Jean
Grab the cash, kill this guy, stash the Glock, step out with a swing
I take your life, killer, I'm the real deal
You're in my sights, you don't know? Get real
This choppa's honest, turned me into a killer
Give me 2 seconds and I turn into Shakira
They look for me, but have no clue
Must be the way that I move
Feeling sick, slide on the ground
Blood is all over my shoes and it's true
I grab a bag and I toosie slide, yo
That's just facts, count my homicides though
Maxed out stats, better watch your side door
I will be there with a knife to your throat
I step with a lick and go
Never lose my flow, that's what I know
They lose me 'cause they're blind
I fuck it up and let go, yeah
I grab a bag and I toosie slide, yo
That's just facts, count my homicides though
Maxed out stats, better watch your side door
I will be there with a knife to your throat
I step with a lick and go
Never lose my flow, that's what I know
They lose me 'cause they're blind
I fuck it up and let go, bitch!
(Okay, but I don't get one thing)
(He kills others and dances after? What the hell is this?)
(Fuck it!)
Do the Billie Jean
Grab the cash, kill this guy, stash the Glock, step out with a swing
(Fuck it!)
Do the Billie Jean
Grab the cash, kill this guy, stash the Glock, and step out with a swing