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Killer, killer

The killer, killer

It’s the killer

The killer, killer

The killer, killer

It’s the--

Killer

The killer, killer

It’s the killer

The killer, killer

The killer, killer

It’s the--

Nine in the waist, half that in the glove box

Rope in the trunk, strychnine in a lunch box

Hefty bag, Ziploc

Prada bag, hollaback

Plenty of ties to go around and all these bitches on the sack

In the sack

Murder cap, dial M for Massacre

Dial nine to outside lines to lead you to the catheter

Cater to the catty comb, cat stand, kitty corner

But the realest gonna stand alone and shoot 'em like a soldier

Necktie, Colombian

Blood on the rug again

Rip a fuckin' liver out the gizzards jitterbuggin' in the chest cavity

Steal a gold tooth for the vanity

Snatch a wallet, call it in

The papers call it tragedy

It’s nine lives, eight racks

Seven hoes to bring it back

Six tray, five miles per hour sitting on four flats

Three fingers twisted up

Two shots, «rra rra»

One King Kong motherfucker ridin' low in a fitted cap

Killer, killer

Gotta be a killer

These is killers

You fuck with killers, they’ll fucking kill you

You’s a--

You roll with killers

Bitch them ain’t killers

Me the killer

The name is killer

Killer the Killer

How many killers

Could murder killers

All these killers

Ain’t really killers

Claimin' they killers when they--

Ain’t fuckin' killin'

Got all these killers out to kill ya

Cuz that’s a killer

You ain’t a killer

You’s a--

Slit wrist

This Pac tick is my knock sniff

My time’s up in this Glock’s bitch

I’m fired up and my cock’s rich

Manned up to be boyed down

Gold watch is my Band-Aid

Grip ten bills, call it blood money that I ripped up cuz I’m half-paid

Jackson raping Benjamin, he pleads Lincoln, good thing I have change

Picked up the penny face down

Then my life turned upside down so I rampage

Let that Pit Bull bite down

Whatchu scared of?

Fuckin' pipe down

Pipe dreams for this gasoline

Two fists covered in Vaseline

Ash my weed on this body bag

Put raps in a bottle, then light the rag

Fuego gave you pay so fuck your halo, say no

To daring police who claim to care, just save 'em

You ain’t no gangsta, I’m a gangsta, pop pills at the station

So what’s a mantra to the memento-minded

I write that shit in blood, if you have a pencil find it

Why so fucking quiet?

I am the riot to repo, the dog in reservoir

Tyrant beatin' the license out of poetic whores

Killer, killer

Gotta be a killer

These is killers

You fuck with killers, they’ll fucking kill you

You’s a--

You roll with killers

Bitch them ain’t killers

Me the killer

The name is killer

Killer the Killer

How many killers

Could murder killers

All these killers

Ain’t really killers

Claimin' they killers when they--

Ain’t fuckin' killin'

Got all these killers out to kill ya

Cuz that’s a killer

You ain’t a killer

You’s a--

«I'm calling from in the house»

That’s what he said when the phone clicked off, and the gun cocked back,

and his brains blew out, and his bitch she laughed, poured a glass

Whispered «Baby make me shout»

But she ain’t screamin' no more because that dick up in her mouth

Got pissed off, got pissed on

Got pumped like a piston

If Detroit got a bitch born

To cut bitches up

From the wrist on

And that’s pimp shit, when a hoe will kill

Lube up with the blood to spill

Can a crew fuck?

Yup, do tell

Ain’t no dirt she don’t do well

And they love the way she do it

Fuckin' with lighter fluid

Bitch fire and oh she knew it

Got that brain gonna make you stupid

Then right when you gonna bust

Take them vice grips to your nuts

Crack them off from the wall to the window gon' be splattered with your goddamn

guts

In the sky like what

God we trust

Kill for the money and kill for the lust

Kill or be a killer

Fucker merely be a driller

Fuckin' chill upon the billy with the bodies in the cut

Yup

Bag it, tag it, rub it down

Ratchet, hatchet, cut it, drown

A motherfucker till he make no sound

Any true king gon' murder for the crown