Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Cause everybody dyin on this mother***kin album
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Don't kick up in the dirt when I'm puttin in work
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Cause everybody dyin on this mother***kin album

I murda like this (this) I murda like that (that)
Pull an AK-47 up out my mother***kin gangsta hat
Professional, Columiban, Necktie, barbwire
Strangula, over killa, dead ***kin body hanga
Peepin out the window with an A.K., pullin up on these copper
Helicoptas, squad cars, swat teams with choppers
They tellin me, '*****, get the ***k out before ya die
If you surrender, we'll make sure that you quickly fry'
Should I kick open the door and go to war
Or should I stick my throat
Leave a pipe bomb and a ***k you note
Hallucinations of seein lynched bodies burnin
And all the po-po had faces like Mark Fuhrman
Tear gas through my gl*** window pane
They wanna put me back up in the nut house again
But I'm not goin back and take my prozac
They can keep the straight jacket
And leave a straight mother***kin jack
A straight mother***kin jack
A straight mother***kin jack

Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Cause everybody dyin on this mother***kin album
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Don't kick up in the dirt when I'm puttin in work
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Cause everybody dyin on this mother***kin album

(Get the hell off my ****, I'm 1990-sick)
(1990-Sick) (1990-sick)
(1990-Sick)
(1990-Sick)

*****'s to pull the lynch, yayo case and stick
Marcia Clark screamin out murda, jumpin on OJ's ****
Mother***kers still sufferin and healin
Some high tech knowledga white boys blew up the ***kin fed buildin
Crazy *****z still bangin and slangin crack
To the death, when the game put em up on they back
Mother***kers catchin AIDS, from shootin hop
And phony *****z still get sprayed up on the block
And I ain't changed much, hell
I'm still smokin four or five mother***kin choppers before it's twelve
Mother***kers think they know me, but they don't know
I'm sellin first cl*** tickets to the murda show
Don't wanna rap about no *****, let's get it on
Bustin domes, buck shots through your rib bone
So all you *****z up in the magazines talkin ****
Get off my ****, I'm 1990-sick

Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Cause everybody dyin on this mother***kin album
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Don't kick up in the dirt when I'm puttin in work
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Cause everybody dyin on this mother***kin album

1990-Sick, I grasp my ****
The lunatic quick to grab my tech
Put slugs up in your neck
Compton is the city where I come from
Desert Eagle packin dum ditty ditty dum
I won't just smoke you
I be terrifyin horrifyin gyeah I'ma choke you
The killa *****z on hop
We tear up your spot, Eiht, ****e, and my ***kin ***** Pac
Don't cross my path, no cl***
I be like **** in your mother***kin ***
Bullets I spit at you, your hood I slid through
Evil *****z tryin to get rid of you
No witnesses so don't ask no questions
Flee the scene, one-time'll be arrestin
Killa *****z don't play that
It's Compton on no like your dome we stompin
But in that gang affiliation
**** goes pop, we won't stop
Uhhh, in 1990-sick

Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Cause everybody dyin on this mother***kin album
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Don't kick up in the dirt when I'm puttin in work
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Cause everybody dyin on this mother***kin album

Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Cause everybody dyin on this mother***kin album
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Don't kick up in the dirt when I'm puttin in work
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Kill em all
Cause everybody dyin on this mother***kin album

(Get the hell off my ****, I'm 1990-sick)
(1990-Sick) (1990-sick)
(1990-Sick)
(1990-Sick)