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Murderous
by K-Killa
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They call me K-Killa but I'm really not murderous
But when I'm on the mic man you know I murder this
They call me K-Killa but I'm really not murderous
But when I'm on the mic man you know I murder this
They call me K-Killa but I'm really not murderous
But when I'm on the mic man you know I murder this
They call me K-Killa but I'm really not murderous
But when I'm on the mic man you know I murder this
I'm that bedroom strangler
Bitch Ima dangle ya
Like a fish on my hook
Baby I'm an angler
Cause I'm casted out
So freakish how I do this
Pressin on the buttons
Like tap tempo till they movin
So peep the groove
And vibe with me for a minute
Never been one to think it through
Bro I'm just gonna send it
I finally got some money
And I think I'm gonna spend it
On a birthday party for my dog
Way up in greenwich
When she mad at me
My momma call me Kenneth
But she ain't had that heart attack yet
So I aint finished
Going off on this shit
Causing problems I'm a menace
Terrorizing the neighborhood
Like its a competition
Mindset demented
I flow so silly
Whats the difference between us
I pronounce words clearly
Aint even a rapper
No not really
Just a full time slacker
Yo you can call me billy
I'm rich with the rhymes
Catch me killing this shit
With confidence
Admitting guilt to my crimes
Abusing the beat
Like it owe me money
Aint it sound funny
How I'm going so dummy
These hoes getting comfy
Claiming that they love me
When they don't even know me
They just in love with the money
Serving up the honey
And don't it taste sweet
Sehemyre on the beat
So feel free to move your feet
You Sew what you reap
You Reap what you sew
Is that supposed to have meaning
Man I don't even know
I'm just a dick they won't blow
Trying to get a big release
But I'm stuck hear at home
Jerking off on the beat
Like skeet skeet skeet
I impregnate this shit
With the fire ass heat
That I spit from my lips
Every time I'm on the mic
Man I stroke it like my dick
Then bust out my flow
Like some nut on your chin so
Call me k-killa but I'm really not murderous
But when I'm on the mic man you know i murder this
They call me K-Killa but I'm really not murderous
But when I'm on the mic man you know I murder this
They call me K-Killa but I'm really not murderous
But when I'm on the mic man you know I murder this
They call me K-Killa but I'm really not murderous
But when I'm on the mic man you know I murder this
They call me K-Killa but I'm really not murderous
But when I'm on the mic man you know I murder this
They call me K-Killa but I'm really not murderous
But when I'm on the mic man you know I murder this
They call me K-Killa but I'm really not murderous
But when I'm on the mic man you know I murder this
They call me K-Killa but I'm really not murderous
But when I'm on the mic man you know I murder this
I'm that bedroom strangler
Bitch Ima dangle ya
Like a fish on my hook
Baby I'm an angler
Cause I'm casted out
So freakish how I do this
Pressin on the buttons
Like tap tempo till they movin
So peep the groove
And vibe with me for a minute
Never been one to think it through
Bro I'm just gonna send it
I finally got some money
And I think I'm gonna spend it
On a birthday party for my dog
Way up in greenwich
When she mad at me
My momma call me Kenneth
But she ain't had that heart attack yet
So I aint finished
Going off on this shit
Causing problems I'm a menace
Terrorizing the neighborhood
Like its a competition
Mindset demented
I flow so silly
Whats the difference between us
I pronounce words clearly
Aint even a rapper
No not really
Just a full time slacker
Yo you can call me billy
I'm rich with the rhymes
Catch me killing this shit
With confidence
Admitting guilt to my crimes
Abusing the beat
Like it owe me money
Aint it sound funny
How I'm going so dummy
These hoes getting comfy
Claiming that they love me
When they don't even know me
They just in love with the money
Serving up the honey
And don't it taste sweet
Sehemyre on the beat
So feel free to move your feet
You Sew what you reap
You Reap what you sew
Is that supposed to have meaning
Man I don't even know
I'm just a dick they won't blow
Trying to get a big release
But I'm stuck hear at home
Jerking off on the beat
Like skeet skeet skeet
I impregnate this shit
With the fire ass heat
That I spit from my lips
Every time I'm on the mic
Man I stroke it like my dick
Then bust out my flow
Like some nut on your chin so
Call me k-killa but I'm really not murderous
But when I'm on the mic man you know i murder this
They call me K-Killa but I'm really not murderous
But when I'm on the mic man you know I murder this
They call me K-Killa but I'm really not murderous
But when I'm on the mic man you know I murder this
They call me K-Killa but I'm really not murderous
But when I'm on the mic man you know I murder this
