Little Miller Lyrics

Turn your life into a horror movie

Shivers crawling down your spine

Homicide

Michael with the fucking knife

Thunder ripping in the sky

Now I got your soul

Its mine

Paint a picture in your mind

Triple six

It be the sign

Bitch I'm coming from the dungeon

Quick to eat you for some lunch

I hear you think you're up to something?

But your music sounds disgusting

Farting the mic

Fool yourself

That shit ain't tight

Angry cause you know I'm right

You fucking suck

No bars in sight

187 is my weapon

If you didn't get the message

Bucking them down

Bucking them down

If you wanna get to stepping

No you learn the hard way

Fucking with the wrong one

Remorse is never thought of

I really want a sawed off

Pop you like a shove it

Looking like a skater

I'm that Little Miller

Use to listen to the raiders

Stacking up all that skrilla

Moving pushing like gorilla

Meet the grim reaper

Picking the flow up

Soul seeker

Making them throw up

Golden teacher

I'm the one

And I got the gun

If you wanna play for fun

I guarantee you're done

Aiming down the barrel

Of my fucking shotgun

Wet in blood

Second luck

No heart

You fucked