187
187 I'm a killa, killa
ch ch ch, ah ah ah
187 I'm a killa, killa
kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
187 I'm a killa, killa
ch ch ch, ah ah ah
187 I'm a killa, killa
kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Since when do psychopaths walk around unattended
We murdering every rapper I hope that they get offended
I put em all in a coffin, nothing but bodies dropping
Got Greedy creeping n crawling this acid will be dissolving
Your body parts will go missing baby mama is stripping
& crack is the only thing that she cooking up in the kitchen
Murder like Michael Myers, 45 like I'm Dr Loomis
I'm tryna get off the planet this world is just too polluted
I'm made for another Galaxy
But since my passed life I feel like these muthafuckas is after me
They tryna capture me and lock me in a cage though
Gucci, Louis & Fake booty is what they slaves for
I'm busy slummin' it coming up & I'm loving it
I've never been the one to pledge allegiance to a government
The Texas Chainsaw
Way that I leave his brains all
Blood will be leaking out
And will probably leave a stain on
Whatever you wearing
You never comparing
Got Dally composing Fire so the speakers are blaring
Pull a 187 on yo bitch ass
So quick fast
They know that we chopping em up wit the flow to keep up get whip lash
These young bucks want quick cash
Don't wanna work for it
Been here for years I got blood tears and these scars for it
Chained to the ground cut my leg off wit a saw for it
No family on earth so I'm looking up to the stars for it
187 I'm a killa, killa
Ch ch ch, ah ah ah
187 I'm a killa, killa
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
187 I'm a killa, killa
Ch ch ch, ah ah ah
187 I'm a killa, killa
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Creepin' & crawlin' it got me up in the hill tops
A sociopathic psycho, I'm dwellin' on all my ill thoughts
There's a bomb that's stuck in my head, I always hear it go "tic toc"
I feel like the crazy monster created by Alfred Hitchcock
Murder, murder, murder, murder now elevate
Decorate the city with pussy blood & some yellow tape
Sketch a composite, I'm the bi-polar opposite
Of Jeffrey Dahmer's sexual preference on a dinner plate
I'm a pussy eater, literally a pussy eater
Yammin the dam with a cleaver
I'm about to kill the beaver
I stuff some in the freezer
I eat some with my pizza
With a lethal libido
I'm a sadistical creature
I'm terrorizin' the 6ix side
Got all my victims taped down, bound to the ground and zip tied
I know the haters talkin'
And they compare me to Hopsin
But the only thing in common are contacts and an ill mind
Half you rappers are sloppy rappin' with fillers
I'm so influential I got them copy cat killers
Usin' pencils, poppin' pistols, with butcher knives & a sickle
I can't forget the machetes' and all my hockey mask killers
Killin' you teens with aspirations and dreams
Of being a famous rapper, coming up on the scene
It's harder than you believe
You better be down to bleed
Cuz I'm a monster on the loose and I'm gettin' ready to feed!!!
187 I'm a killa, killa
Ch ch ch, ah ah ah
187 I'm a killa, killa
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
187 I'm a killa, killa
Ch ch ch, ah ah ah
187 I'm a killa, killa
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
ch ch ch, ah ah ah
187 I'm a killa, killa
kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
187 I'm a killa, killa
ch ch ch, ah ah ah
187 I'm a killa, killa
kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Since when do psychopaths walk around unattended
We murdering every rapper I hope that they get offended
I put em all in a coffin, nothing but bodies dropping
Got Greedy creeping n crawling this acid will be dissolving
Your body parts will go missing baby mama is stripping
& crack is the only thing that she cooking up in the kitchen
Murder like Michael Myers, 45 like I'm Dr Loomis
I'm tryna get off the planet this world is just too polluted
I'm made for another Galaxy
But since my passed life I feel like these muthafuckas is after me
They tryna capture me and lock me in a cage though
Gucci, Louis & Fake booty is what they slaves for
I'm busy slummin' it coming up & I'm loving it
I've never been the one to pledge allegiance to a government
The Texas Chainsaw
Way that I leave his brains all
Blood will be leaking out
And will probably leave a stain on
Whatever you wearing
You never comparing
Got Dally composing Fire so the speakers are blaring
Pull a 187 on yo bitch ass
So quick fast
They know that we chopping em up wit the flow to keep up get whip lash
These young bucks want quick cash
Don't wanna work for it
Been here for years I got blood tears and these scars for it
Chained to the ground cut my leg off wit a saw for it
No family on earth so I'm looking up to the stars for it
187 I'm a killa, killa
Ch ch ch, ah ah ah
187 I'm a killa, killa
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
187 I'm a killa, killa
Ch ch ch, ah ah ah
187 I'm a killa, killa
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Creepin' & crawlin' it got me up in the hill tops
A sociopathic psycho, I'm dwellin' on all my ill thoughts
There's a bomb that's stuck in my head, I always hear it go "tic toc"
I feel like the crazy monster created by Alfred Hitchcock
Murder, murder, murder, murder now elevate
Decorate the city with pussy blood & some yellow tape
Sketch a composite, I'm the bi-polar opposite
Of Jeffrey Dahmer's sexual preference on a dinner plate
I'm a pussy eater, literally a pussy eater
Yammin the dam with a cleaver
I'm about to kill the beaver
I stuff some in the freezer
I eat some with my pizza
With a lethal libido
I'm a sadistical creature
I'm terrorizin' the 6ix side
Got all my victims taped down, bound to the ground and zip tied
I know the haters talkin'
And they compare me to Hopsin
But the only thing in common are contacts and an ill mind
Half you rappers are sloppy rappin' with fillers
I'm so influential I got them copy cat killers
Usin' pencils, poppin' pistols, with butcher knives & a sickle
I can't forget the machetes' and all my hockey mask killers
Killin' you teens with aspirations and dreams
Of being a famous rapper, coming up on the scene
It's harder than you believe
You better be down to bleed
Cuz I'm a monster on the loose and I'm gettin' ready to feed!!!
187 I'm a killa, killa
Ch ch ch, ah ah ah
187 I'm a killa, killa
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
187 I'm a killa, killa
Ch ch ch, ah ah ah
187 I'm a killa, killa
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
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Writer(s): Vince Freitas
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