Eminem Killer Music to Be Murdered By Side B Interscope, Shady Records 2020 Instrumental- Eminem - Killer (Instrumental)- Su6cess #eminem #MTBMB #killer
Start at 1:36 (right at end of hook) Put me on the track, grab it, attack it. Catch me out cruising'; practicin' rappin' in traffic. You're not ever lasting and it's actually tragic. Cause when I'm rappin' people askin' 'who?' It's a *fact* that it's BadKid. Then they all like 'euuuu' That boy be casually snappin' . And I'm quick to give a static casuality while in action. Bitch quit that racket, yeah that's what I call it. I'd have to be an alcoholic to get out my wallet. And give you a dime. But here's my two cents: you're a nuesance, and you're clueless, you shouldn't do this. I'm on a beat, with the truest. Nah, that's Em - talkin.to.me - I'm the new Kid. Oh you're a killer? Huh, now that's funny. I'ma killer like Jason, Freddy, Michael,, Chuckie. It's likely I'm chasing, beheading. Run from me Think they hear you screaming for help? Please. There's none coming. Metaphorically, I paint a horror scene and make it more obscene than the color orange-green. No longer stuck in quarantine. But I'm like what the fuck, life is still boring. Wanna go touring and start forming friendships with foreign whores and dip in the morning. So cunning with the flow, stunning at the show, running on my own, a dummy gettin' stoned. I already know that I'm gonna blow. (What?) I'm done, go.
I used to rock a toboggan Headphones around my neck, tryna be like Shady Now the phone that's in my pocket seem to keep vibratin' I got all these Ronnie Bennetts tryna be my baby Tryna fiancé me I take the steering wheel and drive them girls beyond crazy (Crazy) I'm on a song with my idol I'm a cold-blooded version of the song title I put these diamonds in the ring like they was Shawn Michaels I can't put the Louis V inside the wash cycle I take this shit to the cleaners 'Bout to cop me a Bimmer, I got a special demeanor She was mine when I seen her, I'm gettin' meaner and meaner Called the front desk and asked for a steamer I'm a bitch bagger, not a Twitch streamer I'm eatin' pizza in Little Italy, damn, I used to hit Caesars She 'bout to finish, but wait a minute, it gets deeper Same kid just a bit sleeker
[Intro] (Killer) Yeah, it's crazy, I'm a (Killer) Made all this money from doin' this (D.A. got that dope) [Chorus] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me [Verse 1] That's what I do with money, got money up the ass Call it toilet paper, yeah, flush with cash Girl, nice butt, 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 shit, 'cause I will bus' your ass Fuck the chain, I'm off the trailer hitch, I got a bunch of swag [Chorus] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me Yeah, I'm a (Killer) [Post-Chorus] Yeah, I'm a (What?), I'm a (What?), I'm a (Killer) Yeah, look, yeah [Verse 2] My income is all that and then some Girl, your man is a 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) [Chorus] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me Yeah, I'm a (Killer) [Verse 3] 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 cocking 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 fuck 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 Fuckin' shit up like a dinosaur in a China store Bitch, I'm number five (What?) minus four (Haha) [Chorus] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me Yeah, I'm a (Killer) [Post-Chorus] Yeah, I'm a (What?), I'm a (What?), I'm a (Killer) Yeah
My beefs are never ongoing, they’re always getting killed Smoke with me would make you melt like a patty on the grill That’s a Burger King meal Call it a deal, you get it Jim Carey on the mic, bitch I’m always kidding I got it Like a clown Thats no shit And I’m proud I’m here to do one thing That’s run this in the ground Y’all blind in the mind Can’t find a sign I’m bout to rhyme in my prime Til it is my time I can make it look so easy If you catch my cool drift Call that cold breezing and let your soul lift
Don’t like. Don’t comment. Don’t pin. Don’t heart. Just dislike. [Eminem {Jack Harlow}:] (Killer) Yeah I'm a (Boy's crazy), I'm a cold-blooded (Killer) Made all this money from doin' this {Yeah, look} D.a. got that dope [Eminem:] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drip- [Jack Harlow:] I used to rock a toboggan Headphones around my neck, tryna be like Shady Now the phone that's in my pocket seem to keep vibratin' I got all these Ronnie Bennetts tryna be my baby Tryna fiancé me, I take the steering wheel and drive them girls beyond crazy (Crazy) I'm on a song with my idol I'm a cold-blooded version of the song title I put these diamonds in the ring like they was Shawn Michaels I can't put the Louis V inside the wash cycle I take this shit to the cleaners 'Bout to cop me a Bimmer, I got a special demeanor She was mine when I seen her, I'm gettin' meaner and meaner Called the front desk and asked for a steamer I'm a bitch bagger, not a Twitch streamer I'm eatin' pizza in Little Italy, damn, I used to hit Caesars She 'bout to finish, but wait a minute, it gets deeper Same kid just a bit sleeker [Eminem (Cordae):] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it (Listen, uh) [Cordae:] They say my killing's horrendous, "How he still in the business?" Rich as hell and it's feelin' tremendous Ma dukes chillin' in Venice, compliments of her eldest, the cynic Give hell with these writtens, this shit only propel my ascension I held my position in any situation that's needed This year I'm shittin' on niggas for the way we was treated I see the impact of all my creations increasin' My step in time with these Pantheons, it was all was divine I'm in this moment of my life where shit is fallin' in line And lookin' back, I swear to god, you'd think it all was designed A true movie script, I can't really ever fuck no groupie bitch All she got is diamonds on her mind on some Uzi shit A whole generation of geniuses I'm influencin' I only hang with real niggas who I'm congruent with I manifest nothing less than the best outcome Just watch my moves with this next album, nigga [Eminem:] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me My sentences are harsh, every single's bar's like a verdict I say it with conviction, but this time you're not gonna serve it But as soon as I read it, you know that you're about to get murdered When I cap, it'll punish, then put you in a box like a juror If there's a rapper I haven't ate (Where?) We ain't battled, either that or they won't collaborate 'Cause pad or paper freestyle will settle that debate (Yup) I call it guillotine style 'cause even off the head, I decapitate Yeah, bitch, I go harder than Carter III (What?) But I think your thottie just thought of me She got a body and bottom like Cardi B And she be stalking me like I was broccoli I'm getting brain now like a lobotomy You probably thinkin' you had that shit in the bag like it's colostomy It's a red alert, you better skrrt or try to get on my level first Bitch, I'd had to shovel dirt and dig a hole to get on yours You bum-bum, look at your broke ass (Yeah) It's why you're a bum-bum (Why?) 'cause your shit is so ass (Yeah) Syllable gun-guns, spits and goes "Hadoo" Only L that I ever took is when I lost Proof (Yeah) Only time that I ever got served is that lawsuit when Ma sued (What?) But, bitch, get out of pocket and I might accost you Homicides up the wazoo Chain gaudy, probably got more bodi-odi-odies than John do (John do) Just called Snoop and I talked to him, we all cool Dre, me and the Dogg good, Doc, we got you Got a castle with a solid gold floor No I don't, I don't even got a boat nor Do I got a chauffeur, but a lot to show for You don't wanna fuck around and start no war Twenty more years, I could probably go for Just like your lip and you got a cold sore My shit is like motherfuckin' herpes You ain't ever gonna say I don't got it no more (Bitch) Literally it's stupidity, you kiddin' me? Dying laughing is the only way you're killing me I'm getting rid of ya, get clapped like chlamydia The wittiest, bitch, I'll snap like a tibia You wanna get silly with the bars? I'm frivolous But I'm as gritty and litty as my city is East side 'til I die, bitch, I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon Got a killer instinct with the pen's ink and they're in sync like a faucet How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit? I'm a quarter of a century deep and I can't be beat (Nah) 'Til the day me and the grim reap meet, I'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep (What?) Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep She said she fucks with the M-T-B to the M-B: Side B Slim CD I can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat So this shit comes with a warning for all you punks and corny Little fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit 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 cold-blooded (Killer)
[Intro] (Killer) Yeah, it's crazy, I'm a (Killer) Made all this money from doin' this (D.A. got that dope) [Chorus] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me [Verse 1] That's what I do with money, got money up the ass Call it toilet paper, yeah, flush with cash Girl, nice butt, 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 shit, 'cause I will bus' your ass Fuck the chain, I'm off the trailer hitch, I got a bunch of swag [Chorus] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me Yeah, I'm a (Killer) [Post-Chorus] Yeah, I'm a (What?), I'm a (What?), I'm a (Killer) Yeah, look, yeah [Verse 2] My income is all that and then some Girl, your man is a 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) [Chorus] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me Yeah, I'm a (Killer) [Verse 3] 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 cocking 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 fuck 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 Fuckin' shit up like a dinosaur in a China store Bitch, I'm number five (What?) minus four (Haha) [Chorus] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me Yeah, I'm a (Killer) [Post-Chorus] Yeah, I'm a (What?), I'm a (What?), I'm a (Killer) Yeah
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D a got that dope beat 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Start at 1:36 (right at end of hook)
Put me on the track, grab it, attack it.
Catch me out cruising'; practicin' rappin' in traffic.
You're not ever lasting and it's actually tragic.
Cause when I'm rappin' people askin' 'who?'
It's a *fact* that it's BadKid.
Then they all like
'euuuu'
That boy be casually snappin' .
And I'm quick to give a static casuality while in action.
Bitch quit that racket, yeah that's what I call it.
I'd have to be an alcoholic to get out my wallet.
And give you a dime.
But here's my two cents: you're a nuesance, and you're clueless, you shouldn't do this.
I'm on a beat, with the truest.
Nah, that's Em - talkin.to.me - I'm the new Kid.
Oh you're a killer?
Huh, now that's funny.
I'ma killer like Jason, Freddy, Michael,, Chuckie.
It's likely I'm chasing, beheading. Run from me
Think they hear you screaming for help? Please.
There's none coming.
Metaphorically, I paint a horror scene and make it more obscene than the color orange-green. No longer stuck in quarantine.
But I'm like what the fuck, life is still boring.
Wanna go touring and start forming friendships with foreign whores and dip in the morning.
So cunning with the flow, stunning at the show, running on my own, a dummy gettin' stoned.
I already know that I'm gonna blow.
(What?)
I'm done, go.
Nah cause I rapped this shit, and this is actually fire. Would you like to collab?
This is incredible
God damn that was quick
bum bum 😩
That fast beat and the DJ scratch is missing that starts at 1:56 in the original song :’( everything else is excellent 🔥❤️🔥
Definitely Killin this 🤘🏾🤘🏾🤘🏾
thank you for doing this
IT IS FUNNY LOL. 0:53
0:38
How did you know we wanted the instrumental with hook?
Please do Black Magic 🙏🏼🙌🏼🔥
yall finish this: [Eminem {Jack Harlow}:]
(Killer) Yeah
I'm a (Boy's crazy), I'm a cold-blooded (killer)
This is good there’s to much reprod on your channel
i would defo rap in this beat and make a song out of it,
Please bend this block up on the heat till it pops
🤣 what
I used to rock a toboggan
Headphones around my neck, tryna be like Shady
Now the phone that's in my pocket seem to keep vibratin'
I got all these Ronnie Bennetts tryna be my baby
Tryna fiancé me
I take the steering wheel and drive them girls beyond crazy (Crazy)
I'm on a song with my idol
I'm a cold-blooded version of the song title
I put these diamonds in the ring like they was Shawn Michaels
I can't put the Louis V inside the wash cycle
I take this shit to the cleaners
'Bout to cop me a Bimmer, I got a special demeanor
She was mine when I seen her, I'm gettin' meaner and meaner
Called the front desk and asked for a steamer
I'm a bitch bagger, not a Twitch streamer
I'm eatin' pizza in Little Italy, damn, I used to hit Caesars
She 'bout to finish, but wait a minute, it gets deeper
Same kid just a bit sleeker
not ur verse
@@c-bro1 ikr..What’s your problem?
@@c-bro1 obviously 🤡
@@mgmagkiller lol idk what i was on lmao
[Intro]
(Killer)
Yeah, it's crazy, I'm a (Killer)
Made all this money from doin' this
(D.A. got that dope)
[Chorus]
Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me
[Verse 1]
That's what I do with money, got money up the ass
Call it toilet paper, yeah, flush with cash
Girl, nice butt, 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 shit, 'cause I will bus' your ass
Fuck the chain, I'm off the trailer hitch, I got a bunch of swag
[Chorus]
Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me
Yeah, I'm a (Killer)
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, I'm a (What?), I'm a (What?), I'm a (Killer)
Yeah, look, yeah
[Verse 2]
My income is all that and then some
Girl, your man is a 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)
[Chorus]
Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me
Yeah, I'm a (Killer)
[Verse 3]
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 cocking 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 fuck 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
Fuckin' shit up like a dinosaur in a China store
Bitch, I'm number five (What?) minus four (Haha)
[Chorus]
Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me
Yeah, I'm a (Killer)
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, I'm a (What?), I'm a (What?), I'm a (Killer)
Yeah
Pls do higher
Coming soon!
My beefs are never ongoing, they’re always getting killed
Smoke with me would make you melt like a patty on the grill
That’s a Burger King meal
Call it a deal, you get it
Jim Carey on the mic, bitch I’m always kidding
I got it
Like a clown
Thats no shit
And I’m proud
I’m here to do one thing
That’s run this in the ground
Y’all blind in the mind
Can’t find a sign
I’m bout to rhyme in my prime
Til it is my time
I can make it look so easy
If you catch my cool drift
Call that cold breezing and let your soul lift
when will it come to spotify
It can’t because of copyright
@@dogeki113r sad.
Can i use this
Can i use it
Yes for sure
This isn't instrumental.
It’s a hook only instrumental
@@villain2568 so... Not instrumental...INSTRUMENTal, as in only instruments are making sounds.
Don’t like. Don’t comment. Don’t pin. Don’t heart. Just dislike.
[Eminem {Jack Harlow}:]
(Killer) Yeah
I'm a (Boy's crazy), I'm a cold-blooded (Killer)
Made all this money from doin' this {Yeah, look}
D.a. got that dope
[Eminem:]
Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
Earn it just to burn it, swag drip-
[Jack Harlow:]
I used to rock a toboggan
Headphones around my neck, tryna be like Shady
Now the phone that's in my pocket seem to keep vibratin'
I got all these Ronnie Bennetts tryna be my baby
Tryna fiancé me, I take the steering wheel and drive them girls beyond crazy (Crazy)
I'm on a song with my idol
I'm a cold-blooded version of the song title
I put these diamonds in the ring like they was Shawn Michaels
I can't put the Louis V inside the wash cycle
I take this shit to the cleaners
'Bout to cop me a Bimmer, I got a special demeanor
She was mine when I seen her, I'm gettin' meaner and meaner
Called the front desk and asked for a steamer
I'm a bitch bagger, not a Twitch streamer
I'm eatin' pizza in Little Italy, damn, I used to hit Caesars
She 'bout to finish, but wait a minute, it gets deeper
Same kid just a bit sleeker
[Eminem (Cordae):]
Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
Earn it just to burn it (Listen, uh)
[Cordae:]
They say my killing's horrendous, "How he still in the business?"
Rich as hell and it's feelin' tremendous
Ma dukes chillin' in Venice, compliments of her eldest, the cynic
Give hell with these writtens, this shit only propel my ascension
I held my position in any situation that's needed
This year I'm shittin' on niggas for the way we was treated
I see the impact of all my creations increasin'
My step in time with these Pantheons, it was all was divine
I'm in this moment of my life where shit is fallin' in line
And lookin' back, I swear to god, you'd think it all was designed
A true movie script, I can't really ever fuck no groupie bitch
All she got is diamonds on her mind on some Uzi shit
A whole generation of geniuses I'm influencin'
I only hang with real niggas who I'm congruent with
I manifest nothing less than the best outcome
Just watch my moves with this next album, nigga
[Eminem:]
Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me
My sentences are harsh, every single's bar's like a verdict
I say it with conviction, but this time you're not gonna serve it
But as soon as I read it, you know that you're about to get murdered
When I cap, it'll punish, then put you in a box like a juror
If there's a rapper I haven't ate (Where?)
We ain't battled, either that or they won't collaborate
'Cause pad or paper freestyle will settle that debate (Yup)
I call it guillotine style 'cause even off the head, I decapitate
Yeah, bitch, I go harder than Carter III (What?)
But I think your thottie just thought of me
She got a body and bottom like Cardi B
And she be stalking me like I was broccoli
I'm getting brain now like a lobotomy
You probably thinkin' you had that shit in the bag like it's colostomy
It's a red alert, you better skrrt or try to get on my level first
Bitch, I'd had to shovel dirt and dig a hole to get on yours
You bum-bum, look at your broke ass (Yeah)
It's why you're a bum-bum (Why?) 'cause your shit is so ass (Yeah)
Syllable gun-guns, spits and goes "Hadoo"
Only L that I ever took is when I lost Proof (Yeah)
Only time that I ever got served is that lawsuit when Ma sued (What?)
But, bitch, get out of pocket and I might accost you
Homicides up the wazoo
Chain gaudy, probably got more bodi-odi-odies than John do (John do)
Just called Snoop and I talked to him, we all cool
Dre, me and the Dogg good, Doc, we got you
Got a castle with a solid gold floor
No I don't, I don't even got a boat nor
Do I got a chauffeur, but a lot to show for
You don't wanna fuck around and start no war
Twenty more years, I could probably go for
Just like your lip and you got a cold sore
My shit is like motherfuckin' herpes
You ain't ever gonna say I don't got it no more (Bitch)
Literally it's stupidity, you kiddin' me?
Dying laughing is the only way you're killing me
I'm getting rid of ya, get clapped like chlamydia
The wittiest, bitch, I'll snap like a tibia
You wanna get silly with the bars? I'm frivolous
But I'm as gritty and litty as my city is
East side 'til I die, bitch, I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon
Got a killer instinct with the pen's ink and they're in sync like a faucet
How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit?
I'm a quarter of a century deep and I can't be beat (Nah)
'Til the day me and the grim reap meet, I'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep (What?)
Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep
She said she fucks with the M-T-B to the M-B: Side B Slim CD
I can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat
So this shit comes with a warning for all you punks and corny
Little fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning
Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit 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 cold-blooded (Killer)
[Intro]
(Killer)
Yeah, it's crazy, I'm a (Killer)
Made all this money from doin' this
(D.A. got that dope)
[Chorus]
Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me
[Verse 1]
That's what I do with money, got money up the ass
Call it toilet paper, yeah, flush with cash
Girl, nice butt, 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 shit, 'cause I will bus' your ass
Fuck the chain, I'm off the trailer hitch, I got a bunch of swag
[Chorus]
Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me
Yeah, I'm a (Killer)
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, I'm a (What?), I'm a (What?), I'm a (Killer)
Yeah, look, yeah
[Verse 2]
My income is all that and then some
Girl, your man is a 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)
[Chorus]
Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me
Yeah, I'm a (Killer)
[Verse 3]
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 cocking 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 fuck 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
Fuckin' shit up like a dinosaur in a China store
Bitch, I'm number five (What?) minus four (Haha)
[Chorus]
Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me
Yeah, I'm a (Killer)
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, I'm a (What?), I'm a (What?), I'm a (Killer)
Yeah