Lloyd Banks - Serial k**a (Freestyle) lyrics

(Intro): Six million ways to die, choose one Yea! Uh! Right back at it! Southside! Somewhere rippin’ villains up Still don’t give a f** f** my enemies, get squashed, collapsed ceilings uh New cla**, flew past too fast look like I’m kickin’ on ‘em You rich, you lie, crew laughs, you need a witness ballin’ Bro forget the cowards switch this mornin’ Jumpin’ out the window, paint the ground, gangster clip recordin’ Take a bow, thirty eight styles, I wrote this sh** then told ‘em Fake smiles, veritably foul, only the clique important You either sick or snortin’ I’m the smoothest, slickest, shoes ridiculous, coolest public figure talkin’ My homie got his hand all up between the crack vials Now he hook the Hennessy, load the mac while You supposed to be rhymin’ bruh? Or a photographer? Your buzz got a silencer, release the challenges I rallied out the bottom, problems since I heard his album, rather spearhead the asylum, need my commas and columns R.I.P to gangsters watchin’ my latest project like two razors choppin’ solo army, muzzle names poppin’ Helicopter cliff stunts, vanilla copper big blunts Flew Dubai twenty two times, ain’t took a pic once Thought you been at it six months, your audio’s the corniest, your boy’ll school the more the auditoriums fiorious, victorious, they call me this Your future’s dimmer than them cloudy diamonds on your wrist you got rewind I hardly miss I can’t stand a hater, you mad I made a stack couch Got diesel like I’m juicin’, haze like a frat house Three days I be back out These days you can’t slack off, replays when I track hunt so DJ’s bring it back uh! Ready on my next necklace and drippin’ wet s**’s, every time I pick up the phone the intellect stretches The internet (?) bet I remove your name when I’m mad the roof is cavin’, I’m turnin’ Super Saiyan Million dollar view complainin’ You got three noose to hang in Hundred miles an hour, the cash this ain’t the trooper flamin’ Losin’ out on (?) when you’re drunk and get the last batch n***a this is blood sport, punches with the gla** wrap You ain’t get the memo, probably not a (?) Time to bomb the street, red alarm the weak, better y’all than me n**uh! (Outro): Suicide, it’s a suicide Suicide, it’s a suicide Suicide, it’s a suicide Now tell me, what’s my mother f**in’ name? Serial k**a! Serial k**a! Serial k**a! Wake up the morning, eat your lucky charms cereal