| Made all this money from doin' this
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| D.A. |
| got that dope
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| Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
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| Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
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| Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
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| Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me
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| That’s what I do with money, got money up the ass
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| Call it toilet paper, yeah, flushed with cash
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| Girl, nice butt, is it up for grabs?
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| Just wanna touch your ass, is that too much to ask? |
| Yeah
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| I made it grip, I know it’s tough to grasp, get the bag
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| Call it potato chips, I stuff in duffel bags
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| In some public transportation shit, 'cause I will bust your ass
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| Get the chain, I’m off the trailer hitch, I got a bunch of swag
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| Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
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| Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
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| Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
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| Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me
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| Yeah, I’m a (Killer)
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| Yeah, I’m a (What?), I’m a (What?), I’m a (Killer)
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| Yeah, look, yeah
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| My income is all that amends, um
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| Girl, your man is nincompoop, a symptom
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| Of a simp 'cause he spent some new to get some
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| Ask for me, I’m with Kim Jong-Un, a pimp son
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| Swag dripping, I’m in a pub
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| Went up to this chick, who was so tipsy, we went to hug
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| Ended up tripping, I picked her up
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| She yelled out it’s her birthday
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| She’s fifty and in the club
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| Then it comes on (Yeah), then in the club’s up (Yah)
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| She’s a buzz saw (What?), we goin' numb score (Uh)
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| I live on the edge, she’s a jump off (Yeah)
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| Call her Cinderella (Why?), she loves balls (Oh)
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| Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
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| Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
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| Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
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| Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me
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| Yeah, I’m a (Killer)
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| Attack like the Ripper
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| All over the track doin' laps like a stripper
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| Now (Now), now (Now), we’ll vow (Vow) it out (Out)
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| Rap circles around ('Round), surround sound (Sound)
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| John Rambo’s back and my ammo stacked
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| And I’m cocking rap, some on your head
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| Other words, I’m stocking caps and I’m talking facts
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| Like office max
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| Never down, I’ll be up like an insomniac
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| Girl, I got racks you gotta rack
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| How you got all that back and no body fat
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| I’m in awe with that
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| When I stop the Pontiac at the laundry mat that I saw you at
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| You almost had a heart attack when you met Cardiac
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| You ran inside, told your boyfriend like, «I'll be back»
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| But for all you know I probably act like I’m Daniel Wozniak
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| I’m a psycho-chopathic killer
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| I’m a capular caterpillar
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| With the botanic of bananas you ain’t never heard better vernacular comin after
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| your scapular
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| For the lack of a better word Dracula
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| 'Cause I’m attackin' a rapper in the phrenic nerve
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| I’m a savage back, put the dagger in the back of competitors
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| Predator and scavenger
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| I am a carnivore in a ball, at the dollar store
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| What the fuck you got a wallet for? |
| Y’all are poor
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| I was livin' in squalor but uh-uh, not no more
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| Now I’m the one they holla for
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| Fuckin' shit up like a dinosaur in a China store
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| Bitch, I’m number five—(What?)—minus four (Haha)
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| Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
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| Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
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| Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
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| Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me
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| Yeah, I’m a (Killer)
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| Yeah, I’m a (What?), I’m a (What?), I’m a (Killer)
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| Yeah
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| (Oh)
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| (Woah)
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| (Oh)
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| (Woah) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Killer, artist - Eminem. Album song Music To Be Murdered By - Side B, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп