Chorus (similar to the 'Hush Little Baby' voice)
Hush little targets, don't try to stop when it's already started,
Killer's gonna buy you a coffin, while he's just laughin',
And if that doesn't make you scream,
The Killer's gonna make you fuckin' bleed.
TK
Better run now, boys, the new kid's on board with a mean voice. "Cough cough, is he crooked, is he off?" All of the above, yeah I'm crazy, I'm a nuts cracker. "What's the matter, Kelly?" Well let me see, my dad feared me and left, made me a mad bastard, see? He's the master ass, I'm the damn turd! Remember that, I'll come back madder, badder, and whacker, be the attacker! (Is that it?) Naw, Mit's a son of a bitch, too, you crazed wicked witch, what'd you expect? A clean mind without a single spec? Oh what the heck, I don't peck around, I don't stick around after taking down some guy that fucked around. You know what goes up? (Yeah) It came right back down like a meteorite without a sound. Out here, it's a dog fight, I feed off it like a bloodhound, now, where's that son of a bitch, Michael Vick? Out of all the sickies, he's the Ickiest Vicky! This ain't hippity-hop, it's a Chip off the old block, I think I'm bout to go back to bow shiggity talk!
Chorus
TK
I put the evil in medieval, sorry Shakespeare, but for now, I take the cake here. I'm not your server, fuck a waiter, I'm the rap dictator, yeah, sieg heil to Big L. I'm the big cheese, the bee's knees, with the lyrics to seize! No one dishes rap as hyped as me; that dude's a barista, serving over-priced shit that's caffeine-free, minus a laughing spree, having fun now, G? Just committed lyrical murder, a melody felony, a choked note, beat defeat, music abusin', who's refusin' to listen to Mit when his shit pops up right quick? DJ's hate TK, he's about to be like that G, CJ, yeah, from that game, GTA. I mowed over that asshole like a lawn mower on grass hauls. I'm the king of this place, this is my castle! Yeah I know I'm irrational, with me it's never over, it's just another hassle!
Chorus
TK
It comes from me with great dismay when you say you're not afraid of TK, right. Next you'll say is you won't squeal at night cause Mit's not real (yeah, right!). So sleep tight, while you can, bitch, you'll wanna have you're strength for this fight! We'll go on a crazy ride; up, down, that way, this way, sideways on the freeway, loop-di-loop, a 90* degree angle, say bye to angels, we going dow-d-d-dow-down to the birth of the sou-s-s-sou-sound, check up what ya just fou-f-f-fou-found, n-now look a-r-r-round-round, n-now it's time to to be screamin' ow-ow-ow-ow-ow! W-wow, h-how are you gonna beat that? Blao-bl-bl-blao-blaow, ha! You can't!
Chorus
Hush little targets, don't try to stop when it's already started,
Killer's gonna buy you a coffin, while he's just laughin',
And if that doesn't make you scream, (Haha!)
The Killer's gonna make you fuckin' bleed. (HAHAHA!)