Eminem - Killer lyrics

(Killer) Yeah, it's crazy, I'm a (Killer) Made all this money from doin' this (D.A. got that dope) Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this sh*t be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me That's what I do with money, got money up the ass Call it toilet paper, yeah, flush with cash Girl, nice bu*t, is it up for grabs? Just wanna touch your ass, is that too much to ask? Yeah I made a grip, I know it's tough to grasp, get the bag Call it potato chips, I stuff in duffel bags On some public transportation sh*t, 'cause I will bus' your ass fu*k the chain, I'm off the trailer hitch, I got a bunch of swag Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this sh*t be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me Yeah, I'm a (Killer) Yeah, I'm a (What?), I'm a (What?), I'm a (Killer) Yeah, look, yeah My income is all that and then some Girl, your man is nincompoop, a symptom Of a simp 'cause he'll spend some loot to get some As for me, I'm the Kim Jong-Un of pimps, hon' (Haha) Swag dripping, I'm in a pub Went up to this chick who was so tipsy, we went to hug Ended up tripping, I picked her up She yelled out it's her birthday She's fifty and in the club Then it comes on (Yeah), that "In da Club" song (Yeah) She's a buzzsaw (What?), we're goin' numbskull (Uh) I live on the edge (Haha), she's a jump off (Yeah) Call her Cinderella (Why?), she loves balls (Oh) Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this sh*t be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me Yeah, I'm a (Killer) Attack like the Ripper All over the track doin' laps like a stripper Now (Now), now (Now), w— wow (Wow) look out (Out) Rap circles around ('Round) clowns, surround sound (Sound) John Rambo's back and my ammo's stacked And I'm co*king raps, I'm on your head Other words, I'm stocking caps and I'm talking facts (Fax) Like OfficeMax Never down, I'll be up like an insomniac Girl, I got racks you got a rack How you got all that back and no body fat I'm in awe with that When I stopped the Pontiac at the laundromat that I saw you at You almost had a heart attack, went into cardiac You ran inside and told your boyfriend like, "I'll be back" But for all you knew I probably act like I'm Daniel Wozniak I'm a psycho-pa-pathic killer I'm a cap peeler, caterpillar With the botanic of bananas You never heard better vernacular Comin' after your scapula For the lack of a better word, Dracula 'Cause I'm attackin' a rapper at the phrenic nerves I'm a savage, back to put the dagger in the back of competitors Predator and scavenger I am a carnivore and a baller, you're at the dollar store What the fu*k you got a wallet for? Y'all are poor I was livin' in squalor but, uh-uh, not no more Now I'm the one they holla for fu*kin' sh*t up like a dinosaur in a China store b*tch, I'm number five (What?) minus four (Haha) Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this sh*t be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me Yeah, I'm a (Killer) Yeah, I'm a (What?), I'm a (What?), I'm a (Killer) Yeah