DJ R.e.m.Z - KILLERR lyrics

Intro: k**, k**, k** k**, k**, k** k**, k**, k** x2 Verse 1: I have thoughts of a k**er Try to k** em thoughts, but them thought getting sicker Mind getting iller time getting thinner looking the in the mirror See a spitta with a flow dope off the Richter Pouring out his soul he can't get any realer He pouring out his soul He can't get any richer Broke See a winner turned sinner A n***a tryin eat like he never had dinner, with the n***as round him so bitter A n***a can't eat being round these old n***as Gold diggers, gorillas, ho n***as Just around him for they own agendas Show business, Lord witness, No go gettas Role with us just me no team And I want figures House bigger, Spouse thicker What you think my life bout n***a So know when I rhyme Its a murder line Making hits like the mob When I'm On my job Rappers get bodied white chalked Every line, spit M 16 wit my sixteens Know sh**s mean with Cee Its homicide, body found by the chorus Another rigormortis flush em in the toilet This how he caught it Man you shoulda saw it I, Hit em in the neck. hit em in the back Hit em in the chest, hit em in the head, Lyrical attack Hit em with the boom, hit em with the bap Empty out the gac (Machine gun blast) Put em in casket these n***as ain't hard they flaccid Try to k** your dream and your pa**ion But success k**s that satisfaction Chorus: People k** your will, k** your dream Your self esteem, they'll k** you pride Your ideas bright they'll k** the switch And k** your time... yea They'll k** everything, k** everything, k** everything I swear I'mma monster Brooklyn raised me my father Taught me how to spot impostors These n***as they deserve Oscars Shooting at n***as like movies Directors reckless Dred young shatta, shout out to the Bravta R.e.m.Z we mobster, Bang this out in Pacha You cud still hear this in Ghana, from Ghana out to Russia Address us as your honor Big a** women who I'm fond of, rolling up the ganja Punch lines like Lamotta that blow your mind like a bomber Reminiscent of Big Poppa Mix that up with Hova A Little bit of Kane, a little bit of soda So when I Busta Rhymes, spitting flame know its c**a Mix that up with the corner, and the Heart of a soldier But colder, and you mix that up with culture It equates to a n***a who spit the flu like pneumonia The streets know C.O, been on beast mode Reppin the that Beast coast, follow the g code B'Cuz Its all in my genome Chorus: k** the lights, (k** em all) k** the mics, k** the vibe, k** your shine (k** em all) k** the scene, k** the Queen k** the King, (k** em all) k** everything, k** everything, k** Everything People k** your will, k** your dream Your self esteem, they'll k** you pride Your ideas bright they'll k** the switch And k** your time... yea They'll k** everything, k** everything, k** everything Welcome to Electrophonic!!!!!!