Kim may refer to:
Plot
A country - in the heart of the Peninsula. Two brothers, separated by the timelessness of the Transition. A collage of an end neighborhood with a slew of funny characters, child's fantasies and dark dreams - a quest through the intimate secrets of Bulgaria. Djore is 26, dresses in black, listens to drum & bass and does graffiti. Kotze is 9, wears a silver chain, steals, fights and loves pop-folk. In spite of their differences, the brothers hit the road in search of a buried treasure, willed to them by their grandmother. On the way they will encounter unbelievable adventures, unexpected characters and undiscovered truths;...
Keywords: alexopetrov, baklava, balkan, brother-brother-relationship, bulgaria, bulgarian, burgas, drug-abuse, drum'n'bass, independent-film
Love and honor forged in war...
Aww look at daddy's baby girl, that's daddy baby
Little sleepy head, yesterday I changed your diaper
Wiped you and powdered you, how did you get so big?
Can't believe it now your two, baby you're so precious
Daddy's so proud of you
Sit down bitch, you move again I'll beat the shit out of you
Okay
Don't make me wake this baby
She don't need to see what I'm about to do
Quit crying bitch, why do you always make me shout at you?
How could you? Just leave me and love him out the blue
Oh, what's a matter Kim? Am I too loud for you?
Too bad bitch, your gonna finally hear me out this time
At first, I'm like, you wanna throw me out? That's fine
But not for him to take my place, are you out your mind?
This couch, this TV, this whole house is mine
How could you let him sleep in our bed?
Look at Kim, look at your husband now
I said look at him! He ain't so hot now is he?
Little punk! Why are you doing this?
Shut the fuck up
You're drunk,you're never going to get away at this
You think I give a fuck, come on we're going for a ride bitch
Sit up front
Well I can't just leave Haley alone, what if she wakes up?
We'll be right back, well I will you'll be in the trunk
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you
You really fucked me Kim, you really did a number on me
Never knew me cheating on you would come back to haunt me
But we was kids then Kim, I was only 18 that was years ago
I thought we wiped the slate clean, that's fucked up
I love you
Oh God my brain is racing
I love you
What are you doing?
Change the station I hate this song, is this look like a big joke?
There's a four year old boy lyin' dead with a slit throat
In your living room
What you think I'm kiddin' you? You loved him didn't you?
Bullshit you bitch don't fucking lie to me
What the fuck's this guy's problem on the side of me?
Fuck you asshole, yeah bite me
Kim, Kim, why don't you like me?
You think I'm ugly don't you
It's not that
No you think I'm ugly
Baby
Get the fuck away from me, don't touch me
I hate you, I hate you I swear to God I hate you
Oh my God I love you, how the fuck could you do this to me?
Sorry
How the fuck could you do this to me?
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you
Come on get out
I can't I'm scared
I said get out bitch!
Let go of my hair, please don't do this baby
Please I love you, look we can just take Haley and leave
Fuck you, you did this to us, you did it, it's your fault
Oh my God I'm crackin' up, get a grip Marshall
Hey remember the time we went to Brian's party?
And you were like so drunk that you threw up all over Archie
That was funny wasn't it?
That was funny wasn't it?
Yes!
See it all makes sense, doesn't it?
You and your husband have a fight one of you tries to grab a knife
And during the struggle he accidentally gets his Adam's apple sliced
And while this is goin' on
His son just woke up and he just walks in
She panics and he gets his throat cut
Oh my God
So now they both dead and you slash your own throat
So now it's double homicide and suicide with no note
I should have known better when you started to act weird
We could've, hey where you going? Get back here
You can't run from me Kim, it's just us, nobody else
You're only making this harder on yourself
Ha! Ha! Got'cha!
Ha! Go ahead yell!
Here I'll scream with you!
Ah somebody help!
Don't you get it bitch, no one can hear you?
Now shut the fuck up and get what's comin' to you
You were supposed to love me
Now bleed bitch, bleed bitch
Bleed! Bitch bleed! Bleed!
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you
So long, bitch you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
[Redman]
Nah nah, check this out, yo
I grab my dick, spit, hit the blinkers, split
the Dutch Coronas, tokin irons without permits
Repetoire long-faced murderer's the shit
Black Bruce Willis mix tape arsonist
Esquire, for hire, with total rapid fire
Supplier to any Tom Dick Jerry Maguire
You chose the right man to get the plan executed
I get the situation happening before you shoot it
Flow direct-or, suprise you like guess what?
The hotter I spit I'm trippin off smoke detectors
Who next up to get dressed up, I don't pop
corks I pop New York with a dot til import
The art then the craft, will split you in half
I'm a Hurricane you a Miller Genuine Draft
While you push a S-Class I'm riding on a giraffe
Uptown, naked, smoking a bag with hash, check it
Shut your windows and lock your doors
Whores scream louder than Berrymore when I pour
And when me and my crew walk we walk on all fours
Atomic Dogs, packed in a black Yukon
Chorus
[Erick Sermon]
John Blaze, I keep y'all niggaz rockin for days
Boriquas, to eses, around the ways
my own Mix Tape DJ, I Flex
You don't have a clue when I'm doin ya who is he I gets busy, word up
Come now player look in my eyes you think I'm bluffin
A five year span turned nuttin into somethin
And don't get familiar, your whole entourage don't be
feelin ya, behind your back they straight killin ya
(Who am I?) The Ex-Headbanger bad motherfucker
High on Friday with Chris Tucker
I be a Headbanger to my very last breath
Even Jermaine Dupri think I'm SoSoDef
K.A., Shawn Mims, I come from a long line of Geechies
Who didn't care, blow Camp Lo Luchinis
I transform like Spawn, takes no time
for me to get on, to the break of dawn, word
Chorus
[Parrish Smith]
PMD, the Purple Heart admiral
Blow your spot and left shrapnel
then escaped in the Benz capsule
Harder than a NFL tackle, back to bite the Big Apple
Southpaw, raw since I was a Sophomore
Before I met Jane in the corridor
The mentals, rapper slash entrepeneur
with more action than Roger Moore
Turn your cabbage into coleslaw, with the four four
Spray Windex on your glass jaw
Shatter it, fuckin with P, is hazardous
Iced out Lazarus started and manufactured this
My Squad's wild like the Manimals on Geographic
Smash you bastards on some crab shit
EPMD's the group the Squadron is the click
Transmit, lyrical grit, time to shift cause I'm
Chorus
[Keith Murray]
Keith Murray, the holder of the boulder
Lyrical analyst mental roller coaster flower
Money folder, track blower, MC overthrower
I flow witcha two at a time, like Noah
I goes off to the beat, on the edge of reality
and kick rhymes in my sleep, and battle Mortality
Finally, every dimension know Keith
Y'all egotistical simple-minded niggaz is pitiful and weak
I'll give you a G a week for life, if you can defeat me
I kick poetry at a high rate of mortality
At static, lyrical Kraftmatic, smokin
barkin like a dog, breathin like an asthmatic
Lyrical sculpture create fly rap sculpture
Ninety-eight Headbanger boy, yeah I told ya
Total chaos, helter skelter, run for shelter
Here comes the lyrical brain melter
I be maxin and relaxin, attractin action
Flippin more big ol words than Jesse Jackson
My shit knock don't it, drive you crazy if you loan it
Man I feel for my opponents
Chorus (to end)