Killer (Remix)

A true movie script, I can't really ever fuck no groupie bitch

All she got is diamonds on her mind on some Uzi shit

A whole generation of geniuses I'm influencin'

I only hang with real niggas who I'm congruent with

I manifest nothing less than the best outcome

Just watch my moves with this next album, nigga

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 drippin' from me

My sentences are harsh, every single's bar's like a verdict

I say it with conviction, but this time you're not gonna serve it

But as soon as I read it, you know that you're about to get murdered

When I cap, it'll punish, then put you in a box like a juror (haha)

If there's a rapper I haven't ate (where?)

We ain't battled, either that or they won't collaborate

'Cause pad or paper freestyle will settle that debate (yup)

I call it guillotine style 'cause even off the head, I decapitate

Yeah, bitch, I go harder than Carter III (what?)

But I think your thottie just thought of me

She got a body and bottom like Cardi B

And she be stalking me like I was broccoli

I'm getting brain now like a lobotomy

You probably thinkin' you had that shit in the bag like it's colostomy (what?)

It's a red alert, you better skrrt or try to get on my level first

Bitch, I'd had to shovel dirt and dig a hole to get on yours

You bum-bum (haha), look at your broke ass (yeah)

It's why you're a bum-bum (why?) 'cause your shit is so ass (yeah)

Syllable gun-guns (chk-chk), spits and goes "Hadoo" (doo)

Only L that I ever took was when I lost Proof (yeah)

Only time that I ever got served is that lawsuit when Ma sued (what?)

But, bitch, get out of pocket and I might accost you (accost you)

Homicides up the wazoo

(Chain) chain gaudy, probably got more bodi-odi-odies than John do (John do)

I just called Snoop and I talked to him (What?), we all cool (yeah)

Dre, me and the Dogg good, Doc, we got you

Got a castle with a solid gold floor (what?)

No I don't, I don't even got a boat nor

Do I got a chauffeur, but a lot to show for

You don't wanna fuck around and start no war (nah)

Twenty more years, I could probably go for

Just like your lip and you got a cold sore

My shit is like motherfuckin' herpes

You ain't ever gonna say I don't got it no more (bitch)

Literally it's no quittin' me, you kiddin' me?

Dyin' laughin' is the only way you're killin' me

I'm gettin' rid of ya, get clapped like chlamydia

The wittiest, bitch, I'll snap like a tibia

You wanna get silly with the bars? I'm frivolous

But I'm as gritty and litty as my city is

East side 'til I die, bitch, I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon

Got a killer instinct with the pen's ink and they're in sync like a faucet

How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit?

I'm a quarter of a century deep and I can't be beat (nah)

'Til the day me and the Grim Reap meet, I'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep (what?)

Windows down in the Benz E Jeep, hollerin' at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep

She said she fucks with the M-T-B to the M-B: Side B Slim CD

I can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat (haha)

So this shit comes with a warning for all you punks and you corny

Little fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning

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 drippin' from me

Yeah, I'm a (killer)

Yeah, I'm a what, I'm a cold-blooded (killer)