[ Verse 1 ]
It's kill, or be killed, I'm a killer.
Giving you fright, full thriller.
I can be a rap driller, you a hard filler.
You're so damn bitter.
Stab you in the liver, so quicker.
Bitch shut up I made you deliver.
Make you shiver, and quiver.
I'm the lifter, throw in a box of litter.
I'm the hard hitter, quite fitter.
I'm the next generation emitter.
Times will be simpler, when I'm richer.
Pull down her zipper, then flip her flipper
Shut the fuck up, go back on Twitter.
Bitch, throw a whole load of glitter.
I'm you're high level neurotransmitter.
Me ending you're non existent career is worse.
Even to death, that's bigger.
You've entered the end central.
This the death special.
Bad health mental, so metal.
Caused hysteria, real shit there.
Came up too me, didn't even care.
Im the gorilla, not guerrilla.
When I start the battle, it ends a war.
We're not the same, nor can you flame.
You just lame, and complain.
Stay in you're lane, don't exchange.
I'm the one they convey for.
Not my fault they mixed an A4 with C4.
[ Verse 2 ]
For my homies I go in.
For you're homies you throwin
Dig a ditch, grab you (throw in.)
Got her throatin, and showin.
Not my fault I'm flowin, just knowin.
You comin at me with you're cold grin is a whole sin.
Dont even know what this rap game about.
"Useless" is what they call my rhymes, even though I'm a mastermind.
Im the one keepin you aligned, dont be blind.
My veins, and gain standin out.
This game, gang bangin out
Take the fake ass bitch out.
They broke my trust, then tried comin back after realizin
im the one they are without.
Don't even know what this rap game about.

[ Verse 3 ]
They say I'm to soft, yet you guys the lost cost.
I've already said I've grown inpatient, killing the patients,
I'm Doctor Death.
I'm fucking strippers, Jack the Ripper.
I'm on a murder spree, Ted Bundy. (self lucky)
Yet, I don't get the credit cause I do it in secret,
I'm the Zodiac killer.
I can wack ya liver, cause I'm a killer.
You're easily targeted, I'll leave ya dead, don't try it buddy.
Money's a flowing stack.
No more wack.
Not doing suicide, commiting homicide.
(haha) because of this I'd fall and die.
Tryna get rid of my glock that's on my side.
Shut up, let the court decide.