| Killer, killer
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| The killer, killer
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| It’s the killer
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| The killer, killer
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| The killer, killer
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| It’s the--
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| Killer
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| The killer, killer
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| It’s the killer
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| The killer, killer
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| The killer, killer
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| It’s the--
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| Nine in the waist, half that in the glove box
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| Rope in the trunk, strychnine in a lunch box
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| Hefty bag, Ziploc
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| Prada bag, hollaback
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| Plenty of ties to go around and all these bitches on the sack
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| In the sack
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| Murder cap, dial M for Massacre
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| Dial nine to outside lines to lead you to the catheter
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| Cater to the catty comb, cat stand, kitty corner
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| But the realest gonna stand alone and shoot 'em like a soldier
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| Necktie, Colombian
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| Blood on the rug again
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| Rip a fuckin' liver out the gizzards jitterbuggin' in the chest cavity
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| Steal a gold tooth for the vanity
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| Snatch a wallet, call it in
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| The papers call it tragedy
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| It’s nine lives, eight racks
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| Seven hoes to bring it back
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| Six tray, five miles per hour sitting on four flats
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| Three fingers twisted up
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| Two shots, «rra rra»
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| One King Kong motherfucker ridin' low in a fitted cap
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| Killer, killer
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| Gotta be a killer
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| These is killers
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| You fuck with killers, they’ll fucking kill you
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| You’s a--
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| You roll with killers
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| Bitch them ain’t killers
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| Me the killer
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| The name is killer
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| Killer the Killer
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| How many killers
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| Could murder killers
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| All these killers
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| Ain’t really killers
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| Claimin' they killers when they--
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| Ain’t fuckin' killin'
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| Got all these killers out to kill ya
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| Cuz that’s a killer
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| You ain’t a killer
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| You’s a--
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| Slit wrist
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| This Pac tick is my knock sniff
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| My time’s up in this Glock’s bitch
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| I’m fired up and my cock’s rich
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| Manned up to be boyed down
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| Gold watch is my Band-Aid
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| Grip ten bills, call it blood money that I ripped up cuz I’m half-paid
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| Jackson raping Benjamin, he pleads Lincoln, good thing I have change
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| Picked up the penny face down
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| Then my life turned upside down so I rampage
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| Let that Pit Bull bite down
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| Whatchu scared of?
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| Fuckin' pipe down
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| Pipe dreams for this gasoline
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| Two fists covered in Vaseline
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| Ash my weed on this body bag
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| Put raps in a bottle, then light the rag
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| Fuego gave you pay so fuck your halo, say no
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| To daring police who claim to care, just save 'em
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| You ain’t no gangsta, I’m a gangsta, pop pills at the station
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| So what’s a mantra to the memento-minded
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| I write that shit in blood, if you have a pencil find it
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| Why so fucking quiet?
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| I am the riot to repo, the dog in reservoir
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| Tyrant beatin' the license out of poetic whores
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| Killer, killer
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| Gotta be a killer
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| These is killers
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| You fuck with killers, they’ll fucking kill you
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| You’s a--
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| You roll with killers
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| Bitch them ain’t killers
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| Me the killer
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| The name is killer
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| Killer the Killer
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| How many killers
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| Could murder killers
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| All these killers
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| Ain’t really killers
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| Claimin' they killers when they--
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| Ain’t fuckin' killin'
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| Got all these killers out to kill ya
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| Cuz that’s a killer
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| You ain’t a killer
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| You’s a--
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| «I'm calling from in the house»
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| That’s what he said when the phone clicked off, and the gun cocked back,
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| and his brains blew out, and his bitch she laughed, poured a glass
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| Whispered «Baby make me shout»
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| But she ain’t screamin' no more because that dick up in her mouth
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| Got pissed off, got pissed on
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| Got pumped like a piston
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| If Detroit got a bitch born
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| To cut bitches up
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| From the wrist on
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| And that’s pimp shit, when a hoe will kill
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| Lube up with the blood to spill
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| Can a crew fuck?
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| Yup, do tell
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| Ain’t no dirt she don’t do well
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| And they love the way she do it
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| Fuckin' with lighter fluid
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| Bitch fire and oh she knew it
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| Got that brain gonna make you stupid
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| Then right when you gonna bust
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| Take them vice grips to your nuts
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| Crack them off from the wall to the window gon' be splattered with your goddamn
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| guts
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| In the sky like what
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| God we trust
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| Kill for the money and kill for the lust
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| Kill or be a killer
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| Fucker merely be a driller
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| Fuckin' chill upon the billy with the bodies in the cut
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| Yup
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| Bag it, tag it, rub it down
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| Ratchet, hatchet, cut it, drown
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| A motherfucker till he make no sound
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| Any true king gon' murder for the crown |