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I'm an
I'm, I'm an

Rumor has it I'm an king
All I give a about is money
And when I got it, I give a fuck about it
It's outlandish, I for granted what God granted
My countertop granite, my is outstanding
While I'm standing of it
Feelin' out as I pop Xanax
myself on TV
In to get to the TV I had to go through the proper channels
I don't rock the flannel, I rock the Air Max, and camo
They call me the Benz owner, I put on it
Then go and pick a up, bone it and friend zone her
Soon as I see her wake up, I be her raw
If she a B or an A cup, her fuck in a bra
get it goin', got a dyke in the closet
I'm sure she enjoyin', I kill verses in for it
A is borin', for you to be informed
I'm a chore and my circle change more than a coin
Once the kill has begun, you
I'm the illest, the is Pimp C, and the trillest is Bun
I'm definitely best at gun rap, gun
I put you on my recipe
I put you on the treadmill accessory less like run that, run
Detroit nigga, I destroy niggas in
I deploy niggas to destroy niggas' regimes
So rumor has it I'm an underground

underground, a number one, I don't get it
I still be in Civics, one of my bitcHes', I grew witH the clip
And I'm for the stripping, unload 'til I end it
Put ten in a tank, 10 mil' in my bank, I'm more tHan you tHink
Buy a bitcH some High Heels, a small and a sHank
Some wet naps, a skirt to insert tHrough a sHape
I'm in the gun wraps, I say tHem gun raps, I brougHt tHe back
And sHowin' tats
And wHen I wrote Had every H capped
You tHem Hoovers 'bout it, 'bout it, I serve bullets
And narcotics, the cops watcHin', poppin'
A member, pitcHin' rock, every car on the block
No antennas, just a body, myself and my own
I'm Top Dawg, you cat
Denied a million a text, I'm a real nigga
From Heaven to the of devils
every bar for the rebels
My wardrobe to startin' trouble: rags
Bucket Hats, be witH my stunt double
My life is either or oxy in my cotton
You lookin' pale and so gon' be for the knockin'
[?] 45, only 3 options
I'm second to none, I shoot 'til I won, gun bigger Bun
more tHan your lung, pop, pop, pop
Convert to a Hearse, get a new top dropped, yawk
Murder music, jump out of
Nobody movin' or I on it
Before I get a crown, I on it

An king sippin' my lean
You I double my profit because I triple my beam
You niggas with the topics and all this fussin' and arguin'
Ain't it clear to your optics that I would go a squadron?
Cause I'm as and vicious as killin' Christians and Christians
On the eve of a Christmas, say we got sick and
I'm talkin' tangled and twisted, this was terror-terrific
We the hubby and kiddies, murdered the dog and the misses
And made the do the dishes, now she sleep with the fishes
Now that sucka dead, I assume my position
In the place, a king, on the throne is where I'm
Yeah, the iron throne is mailed with the metal
Hey, let the rats and the mice know Killer is home
Cause Killer is iller than all the they know
My past is good, I land a at my show
Before I go, rest in peace to fosho
Slum with a mic cord in a slum village on a slum tour
Through every ghetto I carry the heavy
Just in case a shovel is needed when are settled
Mama get rose
That's it, finito, no chatter, the matter
I got your bitch, I got some head, she got
Lyrically I'm a bad mothafucka
[?] my technique, and my a tad butler, mothafucka