Killer
(专辑: Music To Be Murdered By - Side B - 2020)
(Killer) Yeah, it's crazy, I'm a
(Killer) Made all this money from doing this (D.A. got that dope) Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the
money Throw it in the
furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag dripping from me That's what I
do with money, got money up the
ass Call it toilet paper, yeah, flush with cash Girl, nice butt, is it up for grabs? Just wanna touch your ass, is that too much to ask? Yeah I
made a
grip, I
know it's tough to grasp, get the
bag Call it potato chips, I
stuff in duffel bags On some public transportation shit, 'cause I
will bus' your ass Fuck the
chain, I'm off the
trailer hitch, I
got a
bunch of swag Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the
money Throw it in the
furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag dripping from me Yeah, I'm a
(Killer) Yeah, I'm a
(What?), I'm a
(What?), I'm a
(Killer) Yeah, look, yeah My income is all that and then some Girl, your man is nincompoop, a
symptom Of a
simp 'cause he'll spend some loot to get some As for me, I'm the
Kim Jong-Un of pimps, hon' (Haha) Swag dripping, I'm in a
pub Went up to this chick who was so tipsy, we went to hug Ended up tripping, I
picked her up She yelled out it's her birthday She's fifty and in the
club Then it comes on (Yeah), that "In da Club" song (Yeah) She's a
buzzsaw (What?), we're going numbskull (Uh) I
live on the
edge (Haha), she's a
jump off (Yeah) Call her Cinderella (Why?), she loves balls (Oh) Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the
money Throw it in the
furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag dripping from me Yeah, I'm a
(Killer) Attack like the
Ripper All over the
track doing laps like a
stripper Now (Now), now (Now), w— wow (Wow) look out (Out) Rap circles around ('Round) clowns, surround sound (Sound) John Rambo's back and my ammo's stacked And I'm cocking raps, I'm on your head Other words, I'm stocking caps and I'm talking facts (Fax) Like OfficeMax Never down, I'll be up like an insomniac Girl, I
got racks you got a
rack How you got all that back and no body fat I'm in awe with that When I
stopped the
Pontiac at the
laundromat that I
saw you at You almost had a
heart attack, went into cardiac You ran inside and told your boyfriend like, "I'll be back" But for all you knew I
probably act like I'm Daniel Wozniak I'm a
psycho-pa-pathic killer I'm a
cap peeler, caterpillar With the
botanic of bananas You never heard better vernacular Coming after your scapula For the
lack of a
better word, Dracula 'Cause I'm attacking a
rapper at the
phrenic nerves I'm a
savage, back to put the
dagger in the
back of competitors Predator and scavenger I
am a
carnivore and a
baller, you're at the
dollar store What the
fuck you got a
wallet for? Y'all are poor I
was living in squalor but, uh-uh, not no more Now I'm the
one they holla for Fucking shit up like a
dinosaur in a
China store Bitch, I'm number five (What?) minus four (Haha) Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the
money Throw it in the
furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag dripping from me Yeah, I'm a
(Killer) Yeah, I'm a
(What?), I'm a
(What?), I'm a
(Killer) Yeah