Lyrics:
a Ted Kaczynski Unabomber coked
As I'm that Edward Gein and Doctor No
Zodiac slash Ted Bundy in slaughter mode
That's severed each son daughter throats
In
nigga ain't no replacements
Off da books u can tell by the fragrance
Hittin liqs young niggas was taking
Stayed humble young nigga was patient
Blowing gas
Richard Milli Music written By Shaquille Jackson
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhhhh
Ah Lotto talk to them, roll a Zadie
get flagrant dummy.
You'll be a red mummy talking playing 20 red,
Better off, playing dead in a room with Ted Bundy,
Ain't no getting no bread from me,
Gordon on the loose, but you probably gone need a morgue
by time they get to you/serial killer, lyrically, what I intend to be, cooking bars like chemistry
Listen, I'm complaining more than a fascist, when his back is turned to a
Statue in honor of Patrisse, (turned around and was stabbed by Simpson)
He died
the ceiling of my murder mansion
I'm crazy, Ted Bundy, so you better get to running
3am, shit's about to get real bloody I'm like Freddy giving nightmares
failing
A grade by the way I be holdin it back
I got a ski and I wear as a hat, I hop in a whip and I'm doin the dash
I hate a bitch who gon' beg I'm
Like a sick note, but it don't get bigger
I'm the realest, I'm a killer with the lyrics
Just look back at SBTV, and you'll see
Takin' the scene
Transcribed by Robin Hood
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and do not necessarily correspond with lyrics from other
like Ted Bundy
Toppin' up every single street with a G that cannot defeat an emcee who was me
Invincible with a pencil and with a pen its a ten
I'll
from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're
from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're
mean man
Well she'll fucking kill you
She wins every fight
She's gonna rock your shit by the end of the night
And the only advantage that a killer
a bluff
I think I'll let it play cause Dre's hitting funky enough
It's getting funky, it's getting funky
Watch the smooth lyrics that take place
It's
too high they should cut it
My lyrics hitting well I'm holyfield
We collabing soon man what's the deal
The fans is watching it's unreal
Yeah
I'm
Even when I'm not with it I'm near it
Even when it's not calling I hear it
Even when I'm not seeing the clearest
Even when I'm not feeling my lyrics
fight to be at
Use these raps tryna make a clean path
I refrain from a lane and I pave mine
If I rap about chains I'll be slain by mine
Cause who
of my brain is made up of lyrics
I can be a social guy with smile that is gleeful
I'll be at a rave with thousands of people
Surround by equals no
I can recite it fast, or even rap slow
Huh, man I can just talk and my shit'll flow
Because I mastered the rhythms of winnin lyric
Hit em,
you're offended by the lyrics you're a bit of a bitch
I hate Christmas
Bitter and a bit of a Grinch
I hate Christmas
Slap at Santa see if he flinch
I hate
friends?
So how are we supposed to stand up to them?
By the time you hear this
I'll be on my next album writing timeless lyrics
cnd some rhymes you cherish
You can't take what I got coz I'll be takin it right back
(Ruthless gangsta) Cold killin
You wanna know what it's means
With the stupid dope rhyme
Bundy shut your fuckin' ass
Man, we just recorded that
Yeah
The fuck?
Look inside of the mind and see
Original Heads, check one, two, three
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