lirik lagu eminem & ammob – killer (feat. jackpueri, trollarchdub)
[intro: tycax & jackpueri]
(k!ller) yeah
i’m a (boy’s crazy), i’m a cold~blooded (k!ller)
made all this money from doin’ this (yeah, look)
(meowlord got that dope)
[chorus: tyca]
now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
twenty~five, thirty, yeah, get the money
throw it in the furnace, yeah, this sh~t be funny
earn it just to burn it, swag drip—
[verse 1: jackpueri]
i used to rock a toboggan
headphones around my neck, tryna be like shady
now the phone that’s in my pocket seem to keep vibratin’
i got all these ronnie bennetts tryna be my baby
tryna fiancé me
i take the steering wheel and drive them girls beyond crazy (crazy)
i’m on a song with my idol
i’m a cold~blooded version of the song title
i put these diamonds in the ring like they was shawn michaels
i can’t put the louis v inside the wash cycle
i take this sh~t to the cleaners
’bout to cop me a bimmer, i got a special demeanor
she was mine when i seen her, i’m gettin’ meaner and meaner
called the front desk and asked for a steamer
i’m a b~tch bagger, not a twitch streamer
i’m eatin’ pizza in little italy, d~mn, i used to hit caesars
she ’bout to finish, but wait a minute, it gets deeper
same kid just a bit sleeker
[chorus: tycax& trollarchdub]
yeah, now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
twenty~five, thirty, yeah, get the money
throw it in the furnace, yeah, this sh~t be funny
earn it just to burn it (listen, uh)
[verse 2: trollarchdub]
they say my k!lling’s horrendous, “how he still in the business?”
rich as h~ll and it’s feelin’ tremendous
ma dukes chillin’ in venice, compliments of her eldest descendant
give h~ll with these writtens, this sh~t only propel my ascension
i held my position in any situation that’s needed
this year i’m sh~ttin’ on n~ggas for the way we was treated
i see the impact of all of my creations increasin’
my step in time with these pantheons, it all was divine
i’m in this moment of my life where sh~t is fallin’ in line
and lookin’ back, i swear to god, you’d think it all was designed
a true movie script, i can’t really ever f~ck no groupie b~tch
all she got is diamonds on her mind on some uzi sh~t
a whole generation of g~niuses i’m influencin’
i only hang with real n~ggas who i’m congruent with
i manifest nothin’ less than the best outcome
just watch my moves with this next album, n~gga
[chorus: tycax]
now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
twenty~five, thirty, yeah, get the money
throw it in the furnace, yeah, this sh~t be funny
earn it just to burn it, swag drippin’ from me
[verse 3: tycax]
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, b~tch, 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 sh~t in the bag like it’s colostomy (what?)
it’s a red alert, you better skrrt (skrrt) or try to get on my level first
b~tch, i’d have 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 sh~t 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, b~tch, 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)
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 f~ck 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 sh~t is like motherf~ckin’ herpes
you ain’t ever gonna say i don’t got it no more (b~tch)
literally it’s no quittin’ me, you kiddin’ me?
dying laughing is the only way you’re k!lling me
i’m getting rid of ya, get clapped like chlamydia (brr)
the wittiest, b~tch, 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, b~tch, i will rep ’til the end like a chameleon
got a k!ller instinct with the pen’s ink and they’re in sync like a faucet
how the f~ck do i even think of this ridiculous sh~t?
i’m a quarter of a century deep, but 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 f~cks 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 sh~t comes with a warning for all of you punks and you corny
little f~cks, i woke up on my f~ck sh~t this morning
[chorus: tycax]
now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
twenty~five, thirty, yeah, get the money
throw it in the furnace, yeah, this sh~t be funny
earn it just to burn it, swag drippin’ from me
[outro: tycax& jackpueri]
yeah, i’m a (k!ller)
yeah, i’m a what? i’m a cold~blooded (k!ller)
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