[Verse 1]
Mothafucker we ain't friends, me, I barely been seeing ends
We beefing as enemies now, disagree over teenie trends
I've seen us evilly scheming like demons, it seems to equally spend
An even time inside us, reminding us of feelings and lends
The heat that's in the air we breath in seemed on the mend
Right up until that low blow that just creeped in the blend
All we did's pretend we didn't feel it, even when it was eating our ends
We tried conceal it, right then my heart increased BPM
Even the Policemen in the street could see the heat we were tempted
To use before the blues made us flee and we leapt
I carried you home, but I could've easily fled
After I risked so much to keep you, bitch your reasoning's dead
Once you made me skip a beat when you were teasing me
I was nipple squeezing, tickling, leaning you to get you into frequency
At least weekly you and me would get freaky to a CD
In the seedy part of the city where I squeezed my first titty
Our love was gritty but pretty, my friends adored it
Your friends ignored it, but yours weren't as important
If you don't support it, fine fuckers, that's just awkward
We got our own thing, pay more attention to your shit
Should've noticed the lack of closeness and openness
From the open and closed that shit right down, 'fore it blew wide open
Shit, I'm not hoping for an opening to show cosiness
Its over miss, so throw the roses, I'm showing coldness again
We flow and that's the end, over with
But when I'm holding this pen
Might notice the omen take all control over it
Go to cut your throat with it
I want to rope you, hopeless bitch
I've had this loathsome itch to drown you out and make you choke on spit
I focus it, channel my rage and take it out on sorry you
I do what others hardly do, I'm fucking bout to body you
No time for the hospital your cardiac will soften soon
The loon who produced you will see you in a coffin room
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I murder it, murder it, murder it
I kill it, I kill it!
I murder it, murder it, murder it
I kill it, I kill it!
I murder it, murder it, murder it
I kill it, I kill it!
I murder it, murder it, murder iiiit!
[Verse 2]
I've spent all my time, making a plan of how to do it
Soon enough I'm about to go through with it, take its life and ruin it
I'm doing it, losing it, this hooligan is vandalising
I'm dramatising the way I rap the fuck out of bangers
Timings the essence, I'm firing the best of my rhyming weapons
I strengthen my tongue on the bench and it lifts the bar high as the heavens
'Edutain' like a message from KRS, hidden lessons
I've been beheading plenty of these enemies since adolescence
We destined to beef, we tend to compete for potential
Keep talking over each other on tracks, its driving me instrumental
I'm being sent to kill, and trust I'm good at making it look incidental
With icy eyes I terrorize like ISIS, my mental crisis is existential
No rest 'til we settle and let all the pent up temper out
I still can't forget about all the times we used to mess about
But you always tried to meddle round with my head a bit too
Tryna earn the bread here but hello, I'm too busy getting with you
Can't settle a view, you always in the mood when I'm addicted to
Doing it freestyle, barely sharing feelings, just giving lip to you
Disrespected you each and every time we met I'd simply spit on you
There's a million of you, so you never got treated like an individual
Just another fatality, while I'm paying for salary
You being pals with me's a fallacy, get too loud and be a fatality
Anyhow I cannot ever see you tryna speak out on me
Don't matter who's about, I'll kill you in public for a whole crowd to see
Domestic industry violence, you could never silence me
I'm the dominance, not about to allow a no good dead-beat defying me
Through acts of violence, your anthem expires but your anguish inspires me
To do what I do spitting fire requires a lack of sobriety
I'll make you quietly abide by me, maniacally hurting you
It's business, but this is not Smith or Sermon, fool I'm making it personal
Go berserk for you, make it my work to personally murder each one I've heard of
Use my pen like a surgeons tool
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[Verse 3]
It'll hurt forever, because I hear people say we really work together
Though, all we do really is work against each other, you churn my temper
And make me go temperamental until the moment I learn the tempo
And serve a blended version of our work where you get further credentials
And please tell us, do you get jealous about the attention for which I'm zealous?
And all the other connections I never fail to miss
Lets settle it, I hear it's not cheating if it's purely sensual
Never let it get sexual, no exceptions cause I'm a hardcore professional
Confessions though, there's been tens or maybe hundreds of others
And I've considered some of them lovers, and we shared better flows
And put on better shows, I made progression for the funkiest of drummers
I'm just a young man on the come up, what you expect me to know?
Let it go, I can do this just as long as you can, I'm ruthless
Leave you bruised with contusions until you look terrible
Unbearable but there's no use in perusing for solutions
Your my muse but this is what I do, seduce tunes, then resume the MO
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