- Song Name: Kill Yourself
- Artist Name: Timbaland
- Album: Timbaland Presents Shock Value
- Songwriters: Garland Mosley, Tim Mosley, Timothy Clayton
- Release Date: 2007.04.03
- Label: Blackground/Interscope
LYRICS FOR "Kill Yourself"
Get out
You have to get out
I implore you
You're all going to die down here
It's life or death
The king is back to heat and run
I piss and take a s*** on your beat for fun
I killed the game
Who better than me? Don't make me laugh
I run this s***
I ain't talkin' s*** nigga just tellin' the facts
I think all the tracks I'm hearin' from niggas is whack
I be hearin' this niggas
I took my spot
I make the beats
You disagree homie then go on in the junk
You can pump your gun
That's all you gon' do 'cause you niggas is punk
I'm number one
When they need a hit
If you got love for me I got love for you
If you won't f*** with me I won't f*** with you
We can do it however you wanna do
Nigga if you won't f*** with me I won't f*** with you
Go 'head
Kill yourself
Kill yourself
If I was you I wouldn't feel myself
Go kill yourself
Kill yourself
If I was you I wouldn't feel myself
I'm tired of niggas
You ain't a G
If you're close to me
But most you rap niggas is hoes to me
Wherever you from
Is do you think I give a f***
'Cause you in my hood and you dump into hell and back
This sinister s***
I seen them come
I doubt if you can show me something I ain't seen before
Who's supposed to be in charge
When I shake your hand
Go get your gun
I'ma be right here chillin' with your b****
You mad at me 'cause I'm getting' rich?
Put the pistol to your head and enter the clip
If you got love for me I got love for you
If you won't f*** with me I won't f*** with you
We can do it however you wanna do
Nigga if you won't f*** with me I won't f*** with you
Go 'head
Kill yourself
Kill yourself
If I was you I wouldn't feel myself
Go kill yourself
Kill yourself
If I was you I wouldn't feel myself
See my heart
Some is stars
How they follow little trans to get they fame
I ain't snap my damn fingers to get in the game
You claim you rich
If you got so many dollars then owe me one
Fools think they're killers they own a gun
When you know you bought a suit it's a honey bun
Trashy broads
Like you tattooed your frontnin' heart
VIP bands don't make you a star
Like we really still don't know who the f*** you are
Don't talk behind my back
Move my heart to the side
If you still wanna hang
Put the rope around your neck
You're all going to die down here
Get out get out
You're all going to die down here
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