Killin' Emcees

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Stollgan and Wylkez

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I can't help I have a love for the dark shit
Late night choking you to death in the park shit
All black clothes and I ain't talking bout goth shit
Or 30-year-old dudes who still shop at hot topic
I'm talking dark alleys, forests, and nightmares
Checking under your bed cuz I'm probably right there
Got a collection of masks and you ain't seeing my face
Leaving no evidence so I ain't catching a case
Got you looking backwards over your shoulder
Something's moving in the shadows, now the air's getting colder
Then a quick flash of light gleams off of the blade
Just a small scream before the incision gets made
The last thing you see is the look in my eyes and it's haunting
I'm leaving you here to bleed out on the concrete
They could tell pretty quick by the way that the blood spilt
It's prolly just another emcee slaughtered by Wylkez

Okay, okay (yeah, yeah okay)
Now I'm back in the game, yeah (let's go)
Let's play, let's play (come on, come on)
You better run away motherfucker
You better run away before I catch up
Always workin' on my shit, I'm on the come-up
Another night killin' emcees that just don't know
I'm only getting started, never done yo

Another night feeling low low
Workin' too hard, never catch a break
I'm going too fast, I gotta cool it with the gas
I'm just smoking and toking to slow down but I'm never last
These rappers wanna feel badass, but also want the class
That's why I'm screaming these lyrics, I don't need the pass
No approval for me, cause you can really see that I'm just doing my thing yeah

Kick in the door and all you smell is the weed smoke
If I be broke, I'll leave a couple shells in your cheap coat
Move in secrecy, full on cloak and dagger
Keep begging me to stop but it don't even matter
Ain't got the time or patience to notice these young bucks
Saying they woke, but they're still sounding like dumb fucks
I'm already the best, I'm just waiting to cash in
Anyone disagree and I'm ready to smash 'em

Killin' emcees, bring 'em to their knees
No mercy for bad rappers, ain't gonna hear their pleas yeah
Slice 'em up, bag 'em up, and bury the remains
Nobody gonna miss 'em now
I said I'm killin' emcees, bring 'em to their knees
Make 'em cry for their lives like Jason Voorhees yeah
Drop dead, put 'em in the ground
Bury 'em with their shitty bars and never let 'em be found
Tell 'em off, take their heads off
They think they're doing some kind of good when they beat each other off
Let 'em know, let 'em know yeah
This is the end of their careers yeah
Tell 'em off, don't let 'em run off
They're digging their graves with every show they play
Tell 'em how, tell 'em how it is yeah
Talkin' shit won't get you rich yeah

You thought I disappeared (huh?), I've just been in the shadows (oh)
I'm back now, you ain't sending Wylkez to the gallows (alright)
These emcees, they all coming at me with weak shots
I'm killing all these kids, you should be calling me Chris Watts
Leave you looking stupid, flailing around like it's Tik Tok
Time to pull over, re-up, you're in need of a pit stop
I'm like Freddy Krueger the way I'm haunting your dreams
A monster with this ink, I'm making profit off screams
So many people I don't wanna hear no more
Treat them like dogs, clip they vocal chords
Watch what you say, I'm keeping you on a short leash
I roll deep, you don't wanna f*ck with my full reach
Going mental now with that deep shine
Mask and gloves on, homie it's game time
If you want some, come get some
Me and Stollgan serving up shots of red rum

Shots of red rum
Shots of red rum
Shots of red rum
Me and Stollgan serving up shots of red rum
We're your bartenders now bitch, can't escape us
If you wanna get drunk, you'll have to face us
This is our show, this our show now
Pass the mic, we'll show you how it's done now

Killin' emcees, bring 'em to their knees
No mercy for bad rappers, ain't gonna hear their pleas yeah
Slice 'em up, bag 'em up, and bury the remains
Nobody gonna miss 'em now
I said I'm killin' emcees, bring 'em to their knees
Make 'em cry for their lives like Jason Voorhees yeah
Drop dead, put 'em in the ground
Bury 'em with their shitty bars and never let 'em be found
Tell 'em off, take their heads off
They think they're doing some kind of good when they beat each other off
Let 'em know, let 'em know yeah
This is the end of their careers yeah
Tell 'em off, don't let 'em run off
They're digging their graves with every show they play
Tell 'em how, tell 'em how it is yeah
Talkin' shit won't get you rich yeah

Killin' emcees, bring 'em to their knees
No mercy for bad rappers, ain't gonna hear their pleas yeah
Killin' emcees, bring 'em to their knees
No mercy for bad rappers, ain't gonna hear their pleas
I said I'm killin' emcees, bring 'em to their knees
Make 'em cry for their lives like Jason Voorhees yeah
Killin' emcees, bring 'em to their knees
Make 'em cry for their lives like Jason Voorhees yeah
Killin' emcees, bring 'em to their knees
Bring 'em to their knees
Bring 'em to their knees
Bring 'em to their knees
Bring 'em to their knees

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