Lyrics:
boots
When it comes to graduation, he's number one
An expert with a rifal and also a gun
Three weeks on the beat and his weak nerves crack
And fires four
boots
When it comes to graduation, he's number one
An expert with a rifal and also a gun
Three weeks on the beat and his weak nerves crack
And fires four
yeah
A Serial Killer yeah yeah yeah yeah
You’ve already noticed that when you’re with me
I got all eyes on me at the center of the ring just like
Maybe that's what you been dreaming about
'Cause your a beautiful killer with beautiful eyes
A beautiful killer and I love your disguise
You're
Killer V be super fine
Reppin reppin reppin reppin
I'm in love with the green Call me paper crazy
D O double L AR bills Imma fill baby
Feel me, I love
grindin' since '97, that's longevity
And if you think you're lyrically better, you better be a killer
(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer)
You ain't ever
Michael Jackson hmm
I go pray for you I go ride with You and I go die for you hmm Your love your love your love
Is all I want
My medicine you are my
've heard but i've learnt
When there's no one by your side
You gotta believe in self
You're gonna get back pride
Southern charm waiting for you
And olive
that whiskey, 101 proof
I'm just mixin' that with Vermouth
She'll be taken if you're aloof
We just fucked on top of that roof
This is real life,
the worst drug
But you’re a buzz killer
You’re a love, you’re a love killer
I’m in love with the love killer
Obliterate my trust
Assassinate my dreams
I can't hold her, I can't control her
Could I? (Killer!) Should I? (Killer!)
If I can't grope her, I might as well choke her
Could I? (Killer
had a bullet with your name on it, click click
I'm a sex pistol
My love should be illegal
Real deal baby, I'm no counterfeit, click click
Line 'em
her
even though she's a toxic cancer
Such a nice guy call me Ned flanders
Mask the pain away with my high standards
Where's your manners
I don't want
had a bullet with your name on it, click click
I'm a sex pistol
My love should be illegal
Real deal baby, I'm no counterfeit, click click
Line 'em
what it seems
Love the times that you were mine
A fantasy made from tears and lies
Suffocating, losing breath as time goes by
Deep inside, I got this
in my court of Camelot. I must speak with your
lord and master.
GUARD #1: What, ridden on a horse?
ARTHUR: Yes!
GUARD #1: You're using
My love's a revolver
My love's a revolver
Oops I guess I shot ya
My finger's on the trigger
I had a bullet with your name on it
Click,
had a bullet with your name on it, click click
I'm a sex pistol
My love should be illegal
Real deal baby, I'm no counterfeit, click click
Line 'em
had a bullet with your name on it, click click
I'm a sex pistol
My love should be illegal
Real deal baby, I'm no counterfeit, click click
Line 'em
all the killers
I be wit niggas who hang with the niggas
Who hang wit the rappers who take all the skrilla
Go to Chicago and go to Red Diamond
They
get by with love
I look in your eyes, when I look in your eyes
I know what you're thinking of
'Cause it's just a beautiful day
And you know that's
this killer now
I fell in love with this killer
Say we will ride , we'll die till the end of time
As time passed by, I done felt this nigga soul
My soul
and binge watch some iCarly (yessir)
While you're busy playin' with Barbie
My wallet gettin' thicker like I'm Jeff Hardy
When I'm droppin' dimes on you, I
thinks it's mad
This strange obsession that I have
You're like a drug
Straight to my veins
How you bite your lip
When you say my name
Serial Killer
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