STS - In for the k** lyrics

[Course x2] I'm going in for the k** I'm doing it for a thrill I'm hoping you'll understand And not let go of my hand [Verse 1] Okay I did this sh**, cause I do this sh** Harder than the Louis kicks Ain't no sense in poppin' fly When I come through and ruin sh** What else can I prove with this What mountains can I move with this What fairy tales can I dispel To show you all I'm not new to this Eminem lost Proof to this Me, see, I lost T. to this Tryin' to live his dreams and mine At the same time is tedious No breaks in my immediate The future ain't that far away I put so much in my rhymes That I might write a bar a day Just me and my jar of Haze And ain't no way we parting way Before I roll up hold up (hold up) I got something hard to say Who's the greatest? Ain't no greatest We all just got our parts to play A raisin in the sun But I for one feel like Poitier Denzel with a pen-cil? Gun in hand wanted man John Q with the one-two I must do what I must do Go for the k** like hunting bill No, no, b**h, like hunting Bill Karadine, I'm kerosine n***a I break it down for real [Course x2] [Verse 2] So may the legend live forever The immaculate conceptor Let this live as a legend And my poetry is Edgar Allen, and I'm Stalin With a ditsy b**h like Palin Who s** dick and look good in kicks But that's her only talent She waiting with me backstage By The Roots with Jimmy Fallon This A-town 'illadelphian I'm hip hop to the skeleton Slightly missing melanin My black a** is just yella then Reaching in my jar of kush the size they put relish in Greatness is what I relish in I go where the beat takes me I can't help but murder sh** I'm going John Wayne Gacy The flow is f**ing crazy I'm talking Jeffrey Dahmer And this is murder one I understand your honour Its manslaughter we the wolves like Ann Arbor The game is looking like lamb and I'm the night stalker Black Trench Parker it only gets darker And this is where your role ends Cue the choppers I'm going in for the k** I'm doing it for a thrill I'm hoping you'll understand And not let go of my hand (repeat) [Verse 3] Yeah it's black hearses and night nurses with these verses I make your soul surface higher than my weed purchase n***as want a song with pop. Well, I'm the dream merchant Now that was harder than the Rock. Nah, I keep searching This is G.O.L.D sh** burning down mo sh** I will never fold sh**. Pressed like control sticks This is where the going gets tougher than a muthaf**a This my theme music - I'mma get you s**as [Course x2]