Kill 'em All (feat. Fredro Starr)

Take these phonies and just line 'em up to kill 'em

I guess that's the repercussion when you try trust a villain

I'll right her in the day, I'm up all night on penicillin

Have money stuffed in my kicks, the china white is in the ceiling

That last bar was a joke, I'm tryna show you that you gullible

These rappers talk about this shit they don't do

So why believe it? All you doin' is enablin'

The same shit you label as wack, but then you pray to 'em

See that ain't right, call me sour, call me arrogant

At least I got the balls to say this shit's embarrassin'

My passion is like Manson, and you faggots more like Marilyn

Bangin' heroin, it's apparent you starin' like, "There he is"

What you gon' do when looking stupid isn't cool no more

Dancin' in your videos, lookin' like you from Luchador

I shoot to score, movin' units till I'm bruised and sore

Hang yourself, homie, I promise that's what the noose is for

I put your speakers on blast when your team is all trash

Haters need to fall back (I'll kill 'em all)

I got 'em mad 'cause we win, you ain't actin' like men

All these rappers ain't shit (I'll kill 'em all)

I see 'em all at my shows, tryna walk on my toes

And I got 'em like, whoa (I'll kill 'em all)

I know they're scared to bump heads, I could give a fuck less

Got 'em thinkin', "What's next?" (I'll kill 'em all)

Yeah, **** talkin' 'bout raisin' the bar

**** actin' like they was raised in the bar

Wanna take shots? Wanna blaze at the star?

Like the Ku Klux ****, three K's in the car

Attila the Hun, hundred mad gorillas with guns

My Jamaican **** killin' for fun

Use machete, cut off their head, fill it with rum

I'm disrespectful of the **** that be feelin' on nuns

I'm the technician

I'm the reason Nas lookin' in the dress and the TEC missin'

Trigger finger on the TEC itchin'

The gun fanatic, pull guns sporadic

Said, **** one gun, anyone can have it

A hundred man army for deployment

Watchin' you suffer in pain is my enjoyment

Got more **** than lines of unemployment

These **** can't see me, dawg, I'm clairvoyant

I put your speakers on blast when your team is all trash

Haters need to fall back (I'll kill 'em all)

I got 'em mad 'cause we win, you ain't actin' like men

All these rappers ain't shit (I'll kill 'em all)

I see 'em all at my shows, tryna walk on my toes

And I got 'em like, whoa (I'll kill 'em all)

I know they're scared to bump heads, I could give a fuck less

Got 'em thinkin', "What's next?" (I'll kill 'em all)

After you heard the chorus, you were like (That's old news)

Fuck your fake numbers, prescription glasses and your boat shoes

(You're so rude) Yeah, that's 'cause sometimes I gotta

'Cause when it comes to honesty, I'm the fuckin' anomaly

Rappers start rappin' consciously, all of y'all are just pawns to me

Havoc without the prodigy, God MC when I slaughter beats

I'm real with it, your life might be my meal ticket

So deal with it, my shows dope, I steal business

That cold truths, let's bring music to its old roots

Slow shoot, I keep it old school like phone booths

Chicks shavin' they heads 'cause they saw it in a video

Really though, even cancer patients be like, "Silly ho"

There he go, he's runnin' off at the mouth still

You rappers ain't thugs, you don't know how the drought feel

These labels sellin' idiots a million dreams

We slave to get paid 'cause we real as can be, it's Merk

I put your speakers on blast when your team is all trash

Haters need to fall back (I'll kill 'em all)

I got 'em mad 'cause we win, you ain't actin' like men

All these rappers ain't shit (I'll kill 'em all)

I see 'em all at my shows, tryna walk on my toes

And I got 'em like, whoa (I'll kill 'em all)

I know they're scared to bump heads, I could give a fuck less

Got 'em thinkin', "What's next?" (I'll kill 'em all)