Killa

Two joints in the air
Make that shit fly
I'm looking for some new heights
I done been high
And yeah I been low
And trust me it's shite
So I'm just tryna live it up
I'm tryna live life
I just hope these motherfuckers
Know that this guy
Ain't slowing down for no one
Trust me ima get mine
So ima tell these motherfuckers
It's like the fifth time
You're witnessing the making of a legend
With some sick rhymes

Little bitch die
Go and kill ya and self
I know it feels
Cause I've been in hell
And yeah I've seen the devil
And he made me a rebel
And he told me a bunch of secrets
But I'd never tell you
I keep it to myself
Shit I don't need ya help
I just need a beat
And some heat to melt
These eediat neeks speaking like
Their in a league with me
Shits a cheek it's getting deep
It's like I'm sitting in a well
Shit, I just wanna

I just wanna vibe
I just wanna touch the sky
All my life I've been like
When will I get inside
Of this industry
Cause Killa B is one of a kind
Always wondered why
They hate me they're crazy
I may be the greatest and lately
I've been feeling really amazed
With the way I create these
Rhymes and these phrases
They make me go crazy

On the daily
I be racing
I be blazing
Paper chasing
And I ain't faking
I feel amazing
Put my mask on
I feel like Jason
And why these pagans
Always hating
But they won't have nothing to say
When I sleigh them
When I take them derange them
And place them
Inside of a grave
And erase their whole faces

I might just go mad
And attack all these rappers
Go back to my past
What Was That on these rappers
They're mad I'm so fast
I could lap all these rappers
Leave em last at the back
Doing tracks on these rappers
Look
They ain't ever heard
A motherfucker spitting realer
And me I've been this way
Since I was a little nipper
Me Mam'd go sick if I was ever spitting near her
But I never stop
I ain't no quitter
And I ain't gon' say it
You know I'm a
Killa

Repping TH like I'm Tommy Hilfiger
Got weed in my jigga
I need me a bimmer
A big heap of skrilla
A house on the hill
Just so I can eat dinner
And all of my bruddas gone be there
Breaking up bread
Have a laugh and shit
Roll up some peng
Yeah that cannabis
I'm on my savage shit
You can not handle it

Me I got bars for anyone who's challenging
Who wants a battering
I ain't gon' battle him
I'm a just vanish him
Burn him and scatter him
Leave him there laid in the dirt like some packaging
Tell that lil bitch I'm a off him and go
Cause I got the power like Tommy and Ghost
It's a rocky old road
To the top ima go
Try and stop me I won't
Hesitate to go oh
Man I'm finna go slice all these rappers
And leave em for dead
Leave all their families all grieving and stressed
Screeve to the next
While this weed in my chest
Smell the peeve on my breath
Think I need me a rest
There's no rest for the wicked
Wish death on the bitches
Who never predicted
I'd ever be shit
I just hope them mofuckers
Regret their decision
When they see me ripping
This level of spitting
Look

I never backed down
Cause shit I'm back now
And you don't want the smoke
So lay the fags down
I hear you mandem talking
Ey what you chatting bout
You ain't done nuttin coming out ya damn mouth
I'm just doing me and trust me I ain't that proud
But shit I've come a long way from the class clown
You motherfuckers still living at ya mams house
So stop talking rubbish
Go and take the trash out
How does that sound
Ya little rejects
I don't believe this
These little eediats
All on my penis
Gripping and squeezing
My hearts freezing
It ain't even beating
I be leaning
I be screeving
I be dreaming
Of beating these heathens
While I'm feeding these demons
A reason
To keep on repeating
These feelings I'm feeling
Fuck

Oi
It's Killa B all up in ya vicinity
Just killing beats
I've been doing this since a little G
Since B2C
All them motherfuckers up in the streets
Be feeling me
Man all I wanna do is just kill MC's
I'm finna be
The motherfucking realest there'll ever be
I'm fucking
Ah
Oi
Yours truly
Killa B