KEIKI - KILLIN' SPREE lyrics

[FROOT] Back when rap wasn't cool, hit some tracks right after school Smoked some sacks, gained attritubes, stacked some cash, I gnabbed the loot Watch ya stash, I'll grab it too, why you think they call me Froot? I ain't growin' by the roots, I'm up in a tree I'll knock you out ya f**in' boots, you'll know that it's me Boy Froot's on the loose and he's on a k**in' spree And the bullets that he shoots are always in threes Got some disputes with the holy trinity The absolute ghost that you see in your sleep Your body is the host so his soul can be free You just got diagnosed with the spirit emcee The playa with the most, he holds the skeleton key I'm goin' coast to coast, Space Ghost knows the most He hosts the dopest a** show, Boy Froot, whatchu know Finna shoot if you go give me tude, I'm bout to blow You actin' rude I'm goin home pick up my brews and then I'm gone Step out the door, check my phone, leave a message at the tone Record my homies in a song [HOMIE ON THE PHONE] Ayy n***a, whattup Boy Froot? What you doin' wit deez days mane? Ayyyyy, yo, hit me back homie [KEIKI] Yo, I got the bag of bones, see me A ma** of stacks squealin' past, huffin' gas and hash with my homies Peace to inner [???] b**h you get her knees split, throat slit Get thrown in the komodo pit Speakin' of it it seems fit to let you know Your whole fam's poisoned, fatal to a lethal dose [???] memory erased Strap you up and dope you up, ship you off to outerspace When you finally arrive at homebase, you gettin' tortured in about a hundred different ways BF CBK DTP WE ON A KILLIN' SPREE [SHARXXX] Hit me with the yellow fellow codeine syrup got me mellow Never tell the police nothin lyin' like my damn Geppetto Mr. Officer, I don't know how the bodies got there This sh** is a rental car, 150 doll hairs This is just a box cutter got it from my job And that sack with the dollar sign on it I swear I didn't rob Now I'm off in my beater whip DTP meetin' at the Pizza Hut talkin' bout them people that we need to hit Hits speakers harder than Ike and f**in' Tina did You know what I mean, lean, weed and PCP Got me laughin' at some sh** I probably didn't see Probably get yo dumpster smoked if you talkin' sh** to me B-oy Froot has got a rifle to shoot And I am liable to use this knife and make your guts loose Sharxxx and Prof on the move, we ain't got nothin' to prove But you gon see soon enough how Michiganders is done groove, Prof [AGGRESSIVE PROFESSOR] Alright then, so I'll introduce myself My expertise is murder I use it to reappropriate wealth As far as conspirators, I'd say mine are top shelf Boy Froot, Sharxxx and Keiki, yeah bad for health Screams (aaaaahhhhhh) your screamin's just like music to my ears Yeah go ahead and scream but it ain't gonna stop us comin' You ain't gonna outrun me in this truck with the engine runnin' Horn blarin' to drown out your final cries d**h on the blackened skies cuz there (ain't no sunshine) I ain't finished yet you ain't ever gonna forget When Boy Froot's here there just (ain't no sunshine) Don't mess with Keiki when he's on his k**in' spree You know he is when there (ain't no sunshine) DTP you should have been told We'll make your body cold when there (ain't no sunshine when she's) DEAD, on a k**in' spree, pistols to your head Boy Froot and me, leavin bodies in the shed Prof and Keiki turnin chalklines red You wanna f**s with me? ho go an smoke a blunt instead We [SHARXXX on the phone] First saved message: Ayo Boy Froot, wha**up motherf**er, it's Sharxxx. Ay listen man, I just got a pizza That sh** was f**in' cold, I'm bout to fly off the handle alright I'm bout to f**in' freak out I'm bout to reach the end of my rope, alright I'm reachin' the point of no f**in' return motherf**er You know what I mean? Ay listen, ay get your get your guns come on pick me up at 7 let's go on a k**in' spree. It's on. Hit me back playa