[Hook]
k**er, k**er
The k**er, k**er
It's the k**er
The k**er, k**er
The k**er, k**er
It's the--
k**er
The k**er, k**er
It's the k**er
The k**er, k**er
The k**er, k**er
It's the--
[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]
Nine in the waist, half that in the glove box
Rope in the trunk, strychnine in a lunch box
Hefty bag, Ziploc
Prada bag, hollaback
Plenty of ties to go around and all these b**hes on the sack
In the sack
Murder cap, dial M for Ma**acre
Dial nine to outside lines to lead you to the catheter
Cater to the catty comb, cat stand, kitty corner
But the realest gonna stand alone and shoot 'em like a soldier
Necktie, Colombian
Blood on the rug again
Rip a f**in' liver out the gizzards jitterbuggin' in the chest cavity
Steal a gold tooth for the vanity
Snatch a wallet, call it in
The papers call it tragedy
It's nine lives, eight racks
Seven hoes to bring it back
Six tray, five miles per hour sitting on four flats
Three fingers twisted up
Two shots, "rra rra"
One King Kong motherf**er ridin' low in a fitted cap
[Hook Version 2]
k**er, k**er
Gotta be a k**er
These is k**ers
You f** with k**ers, they'll f**ing k** you
You's a--
You roll with k**ers
b**h them ain't k**ers
Me the k**er
The name is k**er
k**er the k**er
How many k**ers
Could murder k**ers
All these k**ers
Ain't really k**ers
Claimin' they k**ers when they--
Ain't f**in' k**in'
Got all these k**ers out to k** ya
Cuz that's a k**er
You ain't a k**er
You's a--
[Verse 2: k** rogers]
Slit wrist
This Pac tick is my ??? sniff
My time's up in this Glock's b**h
I'm fired up and my co*k's rich
Manned up to be boyed down
Gold watch is my Band-Aid
Grip ten bills, call it blood money that I ripped up cuz I'm half-paid
Jackson raping Benjamin, he bleeds Lincoln good thing I have change
Picked up the penny face down
Then my life turned upside down so I rampage
Let that Pit Bull bite down
Whatchu scared of?
f**in' pipe down
Pipe dreams for this gasoline
Two fists covered in Vaseline
??? my weed on this body bag
Put raps in the bottle, then light the rag
Fuego gave you pay so f** your halo, say no
To daring police who claim to care, just save 'em
You ain't no gangsta, I'm a gangsta, pop pills at the station
So what's a mantra to the memento-minded
I write that sh** in blood if you have a pencil find it
Why so f**ing quiet?
I am the riot to repo, the dog in reservoir
Tyrant beatin' the license out of poetic who*es
[Hook Version 2]
[Verse 3: Daveed Diggs]
"I'm calling from in the house"
That's what he said when the phone clicked off, and the gun co*ked back, and his brains blew out, and his b**h she laughed, poured a gla**
Whispered "Baby make me shout"
But she ain't screamin' no more because that dick up in her mouth
Got pissed off, got pissed on
Got pumped like a piston
If Detroit got a b**h born
To cut b**hes up
From the wrist on
And that's pimp sh**, when a hoe will k**
Lube up with the blood to spill
Can a crew f**?
Yup, do tell
Ain't no dirt she don't do well
And they love the way she do it
f**in' with lighter fluid
b**h fire and oh she knew it
Got that brain gonna make you stupid
Then right when you gonna bust
Take them vice grips to your nuts
Crack them off from the wall to the window gon' be splattered with your goddamn guts
In the sky like what
God we trust
k** for the money and k** for the lust
k** or be a k**er
f**er merely be a driller
f**in' chill upon the billy with the bodies in the cut
Yup
Bag it, tag it, rub it down
Ratchet, hatchet, cut it, drown
A motherf**er till he make no sound
Any true king gon' murder for the crown