December 24th, 1999. Coul Hill becomes Killa C, Tha Outcast. Over the span … Read Full Bio ↴December 24th, 1999. Coul Hill becomes Killa C, Tha Outcast. Over the span of the next year and a half, he releases three albums; Murderous Ways, Sides One, Two, & Three. On October 31st 2001 Killa C released Rivaz Ov Blood, which was available in several stores from Cincinnati to Detroit and Montana. Rivaz Ov Blood quickly gained Killa C notoriety for wickedness with a bold statement: He is, THE KING OF SICKNESS. Shorter than one year later, to follow up on what was spreading quickly, Killa C dropped MURDAEYEZ which not only furthered the message, but also informed the rest of the Undergound that if Killa C was going anywhere, it was only up. MURDAEYEZ earned Killa C the Tuney Award for 2002 Rap Artist Of The Year in Montana as presented by the Billings Outpost. MURDAEYEZ also donned the coming of the (now titled) Str8Dirty.com webstore which is where Killa C fans shop for the merchandise they so proudly represent. In 2003, Killa C entered the Phat or Whack contest on www.InsaneClownPosse.com with I KUT U, and was UNDOUBTABLY voted PHAT. In 2004, Killa C completed his newest project, one that which is truly a masterpiece and features Tech N9ne, Big Krizz Kaliko, Project: Deadman, R.O.C., and more. The album features production by Mike E. Clark, Tekneko Bros. Productions, and Robert Rebeck. The album also features a bonus DVD with three music videos, commentary and special footage from Tech N9ne, Big Krizz Kaliko, and others that have greatly influenced Killa C over the past several years. A text only interview that was geared strictly for Tainted Flesh at www.JuggaloGaming.com last march received OVER 200,000 views in less than four weeks time. A sneak preview of the music video for Torn, from Tainted Flesh was available for a short time at ww.FaygoLuvers.net and received 5,000 downloads in just a couple days. The fact is, Killa C is growing, and with the release of Tainted Flesh, Growth will be exponential. Tainted Flesh is aimed for an October 4th, 2005 release date, at which time Killa C's Wicked Gospel will spread across the globe like an infectious plague.
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Killa C Lyrics
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Suicide (Intro) I fuckin feel like I need to die... Ya know…
Welcome To My Funeral {] Welcome to my funeral, please pray for me today I am…
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King Coopa
[Verse 1: W.C.]
Our Father, Who Art in Heaven, Hallowed Be Thy Name
I bow to you with a heart full of pain
Tear stains, Khaki suited and off the chain
Eyes jaded, straight exhausted from the gist-name
I play it calm but the truth is;
I'm losing my mind, and hoping you can help me through this
All these snitches, punk tricks, Cheddar twisting
Phony-ass niggaz in this Record Business
Hold down, now let me take my handkerchief and tie it around me
Lake it or pancake it, then slide on my bounties
Ride on, grind on, say a prayer with my strap
Hit the street and get mines on
Bring new heat, swing through streets; I want it but can't stop
Chopping and moving this D, I'm in too deep
Ándele Ándele, rips and dime moves, build with a nigga
Feel the tears of a killer
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
I got the blues, how shall I be loose?
Which row to choose, something confuse
La la la la la la la
(Tears of a Killer, my life, the tears of a Killer)
Can't go away, with no delay
Back in the day, my mind was made just astray
La la la la la la la
(Tears of a Killer, my pain, the tears of a Killer)
[Verse 2: W.C.]
Dear Mr. President, Chief of Police, the DA Firm
The Judge of the Commonwealth, this concerns
I'm from the Bandanna Empire
Just one of the many of young riders caught at the crossfire
A product of my environment, rip riders and bloods
But to your perceive, that's a thug
But in all actuality, we're two of the same kind
Cause your war ain't no different that mines
We're both wave a flag signs
Nigga that what's the difference, we do drive-bys, you do fly-bys
Ring the alarm, show me the info's of One Time Swarmy
Cause like Ali said Fuck your Army!
I'd rather slang Fuck All Y'all
Cause the President ain't never took a trip to my hood
And around here, we've been at war for years
Feel the tears!
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
[Interlude: W.C.]
You know what I'm saying?
It ain't nothing but my pain, it ain't nothing but my pain
My struggle, your struggle, tears - of a killer!
[Verse 3: W.C.]
Uhh! now this is for them niggaz from around the way
Cooking work up and getting it, my holster affiliates
Little homies, big homies, kins
That meet my niggaz find lives in them level four penitentiaries
Trust me dog, though my poster is on the wall
I ain't forgot, I still got love for y'all
Though haters wanna adjust me, cause my wrist is crispy
Please believe it, these cameras don't mean shit to me
Side by side, we're all used the same blights
Came up together from the same bytes
Riding on the back of the Ice Cream trucks and gold cars
Then when the money came in, done fucked over the whole cards
Now, it's every nigga for his self, cut throats
Damn! Loc, where did the love go?
On behalf of the Gs rested in peace, I had to speak on it
Together we're the shit, don't sleep on it
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
Léonard Monchau
Finally a non-skipped fucked-up version, GRACIAS HERMANO
Battlecat Daz
Thanks, your welcome broo!
Mase Stanley
What skip are u specifically talking about? I don’t hear it in other versions
MasterBeatz101
@Mase Stanley The 1st pressings of this album had a very noticeable skip on this song. The label had to recall them and repress them to fix this. It’s nonexistent when it comes to streaming services though.
King Coopa
[Verse 1: W.C.]
Our Father, Who Art in Heaven, Hallowed Be Thy Name
I bow to you with a heart full of pain
Tear stains, Khaki suited and off the chain
Eyes jaded, straight exhausted from the gist-name
I play it calm but the truth is;
I'm losing my mind, and hoping you can help me through this
All these snitches, punk tricks, Cheddar twisting
Phony-ass niggaz in this Record Business
Hold down, now let me take my handkerchief and tie it around me
Lake it or pancake it, then slide on my bounties
Ride on, grind on, say a prayer with my strap
Hit the street and get mines on
Bring new heat, swing through streets; I want it but can't stop
Chopping and moving this D, I'm in too deep
Ándele Ándele, rips and dime moves, build with a nigga
Feel the tears of a killer
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
I got the blues, how shall I be loose?
Which row to choose, something confuse
La la la la la la la
(Tears of a Killer, my life, the tears of a Killer)
Can't go away, with no delay
Back in the day, my mind was made just astray
La la la la la la la
(Tears of a Killer, my pain, the tears of a Killer)
[Verse 2: W.C.]
Dear Mr. President, Chief of Police, the DA Firm
The Judge of the Commonwealth, this concerns
I'm from the Bandanna Empire
Just one of the many of young riders caught at the crossfire
A product of my environment, rip riders and bloods
But to your perceive, that's a thug
But in all actuality, we're two of the same kind
Cause your war ain't no different that mines
We're both wave a flag signs
Nigga that what's the difference, we do drive-bys, you do fly-bys
Ring the alarm, show me the info's of One Time Swarmy
Cause like Ali said Fuck your Army!
I'd rather slang Fuck All Y'all
Cause the President ain't never took a trip to my hood
And around here, we've been at war for years
Feel the tears!
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
[Interlude: W.C.]
You know what I'm saying?
It ain't nothing but my pain, it ain't nothing but my pain
My struggle, your struggle, tears - of a killer!
[Verse 3: W.C.]
Uhh! now this is for them niggaz from around the way
Cooking work up and getting it, my holster affiliates
Little homies, big homies, kins
That meet my niggaz find lives in them level four penitentiaries
Trust me dog, though my poster is on the wall
I ain't forgot, I still got love for y'all
Though haters wanna adjust me, cause my wrist is crispy
Please believe it, these cameras don't mean shit to me
Side by side, we're all used the same blights
Came up together from the same bytes
Riding on the back of the Ice Cream trucks and gold cars
Then when the money came in, done fucked over the whole cards
Now, it's every nigga for his self, cut throats
Damn! Loc, where did the love go?
On behalf of the Gs rested in peace, I had to speak on it
Together we're the shit, don't sleep on it
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
The Rare Oracle SB
Mane 💯 for uploading
Antione
BATTLECAT IS A MUSICAL GENIUS!!
Ronald Cabral
Favorite wc song
Stan Morris
W.C. killed it on this song my favorite W.C. song 😁👍🔥🔥🔥🔥
BLOCK LIFE VLOGS
Hell yeah... classic