Lyrical Breakdown of Can I Still Kill It (feat. CMW) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how MC Eiht weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Can I Still Kill It (feat. CMW)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Geah The nigga ho's is back in this muthafucka Mc Eiht, DJ Slip, Half Ounce, Eihthype Bitch I'm only out to fuck, get your lips ready to suck As I go up in you like a mack truck What's love got to do with this? Get butt naked as I squeeze on your ass and grab your tits Shit just call me Mr. King Kong With my nuts in your mouth while you play ping pong ho' I start killin' that twat, you start whinin' Take out the big blow pop and start slimin' So get ready for the big blacks nigga Eiht can stick her, it's a winner, tie you over till dinner Bitch, my shit is beef, fuck Bacon no fakin, play hard to get and I'm taking So give that big fat ass a rest With my shit in your mouth as I sit on your chest Geah like my homies from D-F-C: you can get the dick! Bitch, I'm ready to stick Can I still kill it? Geah Uh, what up And all the ho's in the house, geah All the ho's in the house, geah All the ho's in the house, uh All the ho's in the house, uh We don't love them ho's, geah Geah, take off them G-string drawers So I can start to break down your sugar walls, uh I'll smack it, flip it, rub it, tap it Bend over, stick it up a little bit so I can slap it All over that big fat tail Making you come faster than the metro rail Uh, I'm rubbin' your clit You want me to stick cause you gettin hot Bend over to the side so I can hit the spot Bitch throw your legs on top of my shoulder I kill that mutherfuckin' twat I thought I told you I thought it was cool pimpin, playin like Michael But the bitch was scandlous like Robin Givens I guess I just couldn't handle this Twat that's deeper than Atlantis Oh geah, pussy so big that I can't even feel it But fuck it, I'mma still kill it Geah And that's how it goes down in the 94 Like my nigga Doggy Dogg say We don't love them hoes And like my nigga too short say I give you a bitch before I give you a joint And like my nigga Ant Banks say Bitch, I'm only out to fuck Geah And it's going down like that Yo Willie take me the fuck outta here