I'm an
I'm I'm an
Rumor has it
I'm an underground king
All I give a f**k about is money
And when I got it I don't
Give a f**k about it
It's outlandish I take for
Granted what god granted
My countertop granite
My house is outstanding
While I'm standing inside of it
Feelin' inside out as I pop xanax
Watching myself on
TV
In order to get to the
TV I had to go through
The proper channels
I don't rock the flannel
I rock the air max atmos and camo
They call me the benz owner
I put lorenzo's on it
Then go and pick a chick up
Bone it and friend zone her
Soon as I see her wake up
I be f**kin' her raw
If she a b or an a cup
Make her f**k in a bra
Let's get it goin' got a dyke in the closet
I'm sure she enjoyin'
I kill verses in return for it
A eulogy is borin'
For you to be informed
I'm a chore and my circle
Change more than a european coin
Once the kill has begun you realize
I'm the illest the realest is pimp c
And the trillest is bun
I'm definitely best at gun rap
Gun wrap
I put you on my recipe list
I put you on the treadmill
Accessory less like run that
Run that
Detroit n***a
I destroy niggas in general
I deploy niggas to generally
Destroy niggas' regimes
So rumor has it
I'm an underground king
From underground a number
One I don't get it
I still be in civics it's one of my
Bitches' I grew with the clip
And I'm known for the stripping
Unload 'til I end it
Put ten in a tank 10 mil' in my bank
I'm more real than you think
Buy a b***h some high heels
A small purse and a shank
Some wet naps a little
Skirt to insert through a shape
I'm in the gun wraps
I say them gun raps
I brought the guns back
And showin' gang tats
And when I wrote this
Had every h capped
You know them hoovers 'bout it 'bout
It I serve bullets
And narcotics
The cops watchin' still poppin'
A gang member
Pitchin' rock every car on the block
No antennas just a body
Myself and my own hitta
I'm top dawg you cat litter
Denied a million through a text
I'm a real n***a
From heaven to the lowest of devils
Spit every bar for the rebels
My wardrobe to startin' trouble
Orange rags
Bucket hats even be
With my stunt double
My life is either jail
Or oxy in my cotton
You lookin' pale and so
It's gon' be for the knockin'
45 it's only 3 options
I'm second to none I shoot 'til I
Won gun bigger than bun
Take more than your lung pop pop pop
Convert to a hearse get a
New top dropped yawk yawk
Murder music jump out of buicks
Nobody movin' or I squeeze on it
Before I get a crown I bleed on it
An underground king sippin' my lean
You know I double my profit
Because I triple my beam
You niggas stop with the topics
And all this fussin' and arguin'
Ain't it clear to your optics that
I would go through a squadron
Cause I'm as violent and vicious
As killin' christians and christians
On the eve of a christmas say
We got sick and sadistic
I'm talkin' tangled and twisted
This shit was terror terrific
We killed the hubby and kiddies
Murdered the dog and the misses
And made the maid do the dishes
Now she sleep with the fishes
Now that sucka rapper's dead
I assume my position
In the place a king
On the throne is where I'm sittin'
Yeah the iron throne is mailed
With the metal microphone
Hey let the rats and the mice
Know killer mike is home
Cause killer is iller than
All the killas they know
My past is good
I land a rock at my show
Before I go
Rest in peace to dilla fosho
Slum lord with a mic cord
In a slum village on a slum tour
Through every ghetto
I carry the heavy metal
Just in case a shovel is
Needed when arguments are settled
Mama get rose petals
That's it finito no chatter
The matter settled
I got your b***h
I got some head she got stilettos
Lyrically I'm literally a bad mothaf**ka
But not free
My technique
And my swag a tad butler mothaf**ka
