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You Niggas want it then get it, You niggas start it, ill finish
Tear it apart and diminish, I put my hear in the lyrics
Unliiiiiiike…. you, wanna recylce, on the beats im cold
And I be psycho , on the leash i hold
Is muthafuckas thinkin they can beat my flow
Im beast i know…. why you always gotta remind me
When i go and bag a dime piece theres lables tryina sign me
Like blind me, forever hated like assigned seats
Throw the H in their face.. like a pisces , ahh jeez
Its that nigga Killa again, written venom wit pens
Gettin up in numerous skins, and ill do it again
Shootin to win, but polluting the air…
Cuz the shit i be spittin is poisonous
You wit it, im wit it, no boys in this…
Just men… but just then a shorty names Alyssa Marie
Got the beat and started dusting, we just friends
Dont worry ladies trust me
If i were to go to bag, she would be so lucky!
… Hi Alyssa 😉 … imma miss ya
But holla if you got a younger sister thats wit ya
But listen, imma rip it wit the kick drums
Systems bumpin because killa is the shit son!
I dont smoke, but apparently im in the blunt cypher
Whoeva u thinking is better, believe im much nicer
We fuck lifes up, Mel Kiper… rough draft
Killin this shit its, so lyricaly vicious.. so i must ask
Whats a Mongolian to a Bostonian
Im going in, blowing away boulders and pwning em
Im showin em, this lyrical gold that im holdin in
Focusing, so niggas could notice that im choking em!
You factious , you wack bitches and actress’s
Clappin that and u clappin this, u have a habit of rappin un-passionate
Stabbin the wack shit and trashin it, smashin ya records all fast as shit
Wit a flow so mean, and a face so clean, how can u get mad at this?
Im determined too, but not concerning you im burning through
Any wack nigga thats earning loot in a recording booth imma serve the fool
Im slept on…. ain’t no Serta though
You are now watching Killa T aka THE MURDER SHOW
You heard im dope, oh… now you witnessing this
When i grip the pen its, super dope ridiculous
See the flow im switchin…. at the drop of a dime
Ain’t no stoppin the mind, cuz the top imma CLIMB!
……. DID I FUCKING PROVE MY POINT YET?
Or do i gotta get complex „poin dex”
Ill squeeze the bitches in next time like a corset
Wanna see more? this ain’t as raw as ya boy gets!
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