Lyrics:
a western
'Cause I don't fear no man
Think you're a killer but your name ain't Cam
Oi, pussyhole, don't look in my span
'Cause you might get shot
last killer
This is all I'm asking for
Stand by me
ch-ah I'm with you
Realize
I'm the only
One to hold you
Close your eyes
Test your patience
glad that you're mine all mine
Do you remember they used to call you Dapper Dan
Way back when I was the killer and everybody's loving man
Whole lotta
know what you be doing, you're a killer
Alright, alright
Girl you know how to do it right
Pull up to the spot, it's heating up
Seen you walk by, I
compared to you I'm the opposite no hip-hop
Concept. I ain't hip-hop, judged by your standard
Oh, my shit ain't gangsta, oh, i have an accent no gold chain
a killer (oh)
Shower you with all my attention (I will)
Yeah, these are my only intentions (yeah)
Stay in the kitchen, cooking up, cut your own bread
If love is a gun
Then we keep shooting down the ones Who’ve done nothing wrong
Lover you’re a killer
No need for a sinner
You shoot it up,
just look at her figure
I'm eating these rappers for dinner
He wanna be me cause I am a winner
Don't fuck with Keller cause he is a killer
Don't fuck
to wit' me
But you did, now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
You're all (you're all)
I need
To get by (you're all, all
Around...
I wonder why we even be with each other
Whenever Ur Around...
I be thinking we don't need to be together
I'm telling you I got a thing for this
ain't the reaper, I'm really the killer
And when you're in heaven, you start a rant
That I'm really evil, and you hope I get murdered
I'm probably Midas
I'll be on my way
When I get there
You'll be all mine babe
You're the baddest of the litter
A whole killer
It don't matter what I'm doing
You be on my
Where's my check
Killer bees
On my neck
Killer bees and you're stinging on my
Stone cold killer
A stone cold killer bee
Gonna sting you by the meadows
Yeah, man, I just really want to be with my killers What about you, boo, because I love
them all
Yeah, bitch, we're gonna make you fall Yeah, you
with each heartbeat
Her poison lips whisper sweet lies
She spins her web, you're hypnotized
My mind a slave unto her power
Her grip grows stronger by
the guts out but to become a serial killer without a doubt all you need is about
Chorus
3rd Verse
The third was a rabbi walking by I hit him with a blade
century restaurant with the backrooms and no cameras
I love the plots, I love the paranoia, I don't have any. I love the land
I love the mystery gardens
through shit
I could be better But that's up to me and only me
Imma start with a short story
Yo, Year 97 Was when this kid was born
With every successive
I've gone ballistic
With a frostin' tip kit
Screamed, "I hate blondes," and became one
I'm optimistic
Love to start shit
Shovin' Clark Kent's
love too hard to carry on
I love too hard to carry on
With every second passed by, feels more like a day
But it takes forever to find the right words
compassion,
We glory in the slaughter,
No mercy, we fetch your death,
The killers,
We are the ones foretold,
We are the killers,
We do not yearn for
when you're drivin' down 1-0
That interstate ain't no joke when you're ridin' with Coco
When you got hands like these you can count money with your
good
you in my top 5
Get your nales done, baby can i do that?
I'm lovin your vibe, in love with your style
I could be the one, I ain't tryna fuck around
(bitch)
Dressed like a Jedi at a Best Buy on the Westside
I'm hot, dawg, no you're not, I'm the guy with the Oscar at Meijers
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