Dressed To Kill

Will you, will you be waiting
Will you be waiting, when I arrive?
Hit me, when I touch down
When I touch down, in your town

Somebody's breaking me up Lord
Breaking me up Lord, breaking me down

Hold up wait a minute
They thought I was finished
Hopped up out the grave
Not a scratch not a blemish

You left no impact, still intact
Says my grave mask
Massacre these haters
They scared dripping mascara
On the wood floor
My swagger is signature
In my past life
They wrote up my obituary
Rap game literature
Who letting these randoms in
Before I touched down
She gave it up to random men

Dressed up so alluring
Bitch I'm decorating
Blood stained everything
All black everything
Disrespect me &
You'll see all black everything

This is not a fashion show
This is not a fashion show
This is not a fashion show
Fresh to death but this is not a fashion show
This is not a fashion show
This is not a fashion show
This is not a fashion show
Dressed to kill but this is not a fashion show

I am no professional
Still sound perfect though
Comin' with the hits tho
I am no professional
I think they need more stitches
Coroners takin' pictures
I am no professional
Man these boys better listen
Better pay attention
I am no professional
They better learn the name though
Kill them hoes at their own fuckin' game uh

This is not a fashion show
This some damn that nigga on some
Kind of outer space flow
People say they get this shit
But really they don't get it tho
This is uncontestable
This is unbeatable
Undefeatable
This that you ain't even mean to see it show
This that unmentionable
You so unreliable
I told you to save the cake you gave it to my rival
Not gonna lock you in no cage bitch
This that fuckin' murder flow
What you know bout murder tho
Ya'll be light weights
That I ate
This some heavyweight shit, tribulate shit
Section 8 shit, this some rob you for your braces, shit
This that shh you don't even believe
Fuck you... you ain't even gonna speak
You ain't even gonna eat, I'm the only one bringing food to th-

Don't say shit
Don't say shit
I thought I told your fucking ass don't say shit
Don't say shit
Don't say shit
I thought I told your fucking ass don't say shit
If you ain't talking proper then you ain't talking to me
If you ain't talking proper then you ain't talking to me
If you ain't talking proper then you ain't talking to me
I thought I told your fucking ass don't say shit

They gon' be like what? They gon' be like who?
They gon' be like what? They gon' be like who?
They gon' be like what? They gon' be like who?
They gon' be like what? They gon' be like what?

They gon' be like what? They gon' be like who?
They gon' be like what? They gon' be like who?
They gon' be like what? They gon' be like who?
They gon' be like what? They gon' be like what?

They gon' be like what? They gon' be like who?
They gon' be like what? They gon' be like who?
They gon' be like what? They gon' be like who?
They gon' be like what?

This is the original
This is the best version
This is the first version
This is the last version
This is the latest
This is the greatest
This is the newest
This is the new trend
This is the blueprint
So you better listen closely
Consequences are so costly
Competition never cross me
Competition know we don't play
Competition see the gun play
Dressed to kill & that's everyday
When they see me they gon' fade away

This is not a fashion show
This is not a fashion show
This is not a fashion show
Fresh to death but this is not a fashion show
This is not a fashion show
This is not a fashion show
This is not a fashion show
Dressed to kill but this is not a fashion show

I am no professional!
Still sound perfect though
Comin' with the hits tho
I am no professional
I think they need more stitches
Coroners takin' pictures
I am no professional
Man these boys better listen
Better pay attention
I am no professional
They better learn the name though
Kill them hoes at their own fuckin' game uh

I am no professional
But I'm comin' with the hits tho
I am no professional
But I'm comin' with them hits tho
I am no professional
But I'm comin' with them hits tho
I am no professional
But I'm comin' with them hits tho
This is not a photo op
This is just a headshot
& I am not your angry ex
But you can get your head cropped
Off the top, I don't box
But I'm dealing body shots
Bobby Smurder with the murder
Beat so cold this shits a burner
Hide ya kids and hide ya wife
I'm comin' like a thief a night
Rare event–lightning strike
Here to avenge this
Cheers to revenges
Slit the devils throat
Cut them snakes off my friends list
Cut the heads off the goat
Got the whole game yoked
Haters overflow
But I'm comin' with the drain-o
You already dead so
Run in cause you scared hoe
Money on your head hoe
This what we bled for
Money in your hand?
Better scream if you're a fan
I get what I demand
Better bow to Amen
And I am what I am
And I am Amun
If I am a man
Then I am, Amen
You better tell them men
That A man told you

This is not a fashion show
This is not a fashion show
This is not a fashion show
This is not a fashion show
This is not a fashion show
This is not a fashion show