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Kill Em

Yeah Murder he wrote I kill em kill em kill em

Murder he wrote I kill em kill em kill em

Kill em 'til they're dead

Got a murderous plot that I jotted on my journal it is hot

There is much I can learn you

I'mma murder murder rap

Murder he wrote I kill em 'til they're dead

Off with these rappers' heads

Termanology dead, Skyzoo dead

Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red

Why live let them die I kill em willing

Try feeling sympathetic for Blu

Like poor Blu, Poor you, cup of acid

Drink splashes think as if killing rappers is so fantastic

Statik hurry let's get this track mastered fast kid

Murder he wrote leaving they throat slashes

Mad sick, I fuckin hate dope rappers

If you ain't made it big I'm killin you, ridicule

Anyone without whips and bitches in they videos

Little Brother dead, Elzhi dead

Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red

I is sick in the brain, R.E. cocaine kid

Had a talk with my conscience my conscience said

"Reks kill em kill em kill em"

Hello, Torae what's in your double barrel?

Please don't shoot first

I have to reload to blast you

Raps'll make me so unpopular

I wonder if Jean Grae will let me sit on top of her

Strangle life out of her

I've got some songs I

Really like to play for you

Amazing tunes, in em I'm talking about blazin dudes

JFK dead, Brother Ali dead

Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red

I am so fed up with the underground rap shit

Here Statik help me put Poison Pen in this casket

Krumbsnatcha don't be dramatic

I gotta light these matches

To burn your body into ashes

How do I blast this murder he wrote for the masses

Bye bye Jay Electronica see you on the other side

I'mma kill my own crew, Chi Knocks and Lucky Dice

Cali dead, John Hope dead

Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red

See I came up with this record

For rappers who neglected

Don't take it as hate

Cause they love it when you dead kid

Head is deranged, sick and insane

Gargle this bleach, target is me

Lower bullets and aim

Now you're all dead and Reks dead

Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red

I could swallow these pills

And sleep on the way to heaven

Make my child a bastard on the way to hell

I told you Papa didn't preach good lovin

So I learned to hate from a well

The industry we now know don't got room for creativity

Murder he wrote gon' make history

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