KTA (Kill Them All)
Its Bili
Aye, It's a bloody, bloody, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, it's all that's on my brain cells
Pain dwells in your future, when I shoot you
Don't take it personal, it's me or you, I'ma get this loot
Cursed from birth, I can only tell the truth
And truth is I'm ruthless, got my eyes on a coupe
A cute chick and two kids, I do this for the youth
New kid on the block, so pop, you gotta get the boot
Know you hear this hunger in my voice, you lookin' like a five course
Always had a jumper, but this rap shit is my sport
Them niggas mediocre, play they shit and get bored
Sleepy, got me nappin' with the loudest of snores
wake up, all rejuvenated and shit
Refreshed like a page, bout to go on about my day
Can't believe I'm bout to get paid to slaughter all these artists
Ain't none of you niggas safe, every one of you got a target
Kill em all, kill em all
Nobody standin' in my way, it's time to ball
I gotta kill em all, kill em all
Second hand to no man, I stand tall
Watch me kill em all, kill em all
Come in this game unknown and leave em all in awe
I gotta kill em all, kill em all
Shots on your head-top, watch em fall, gotta kill em
187 bro
Deaded his career, that shit is on it's way to Heaven bro
Never been the one for talk, my name ain't Tevin Campbell
Givin' these rappers, singers, producers and engineers way more than they can handle bro
Somebody light a candle, step in line so you can pay respect
This nigga been poppin' since VHS's and tape decks
Had a full life before I ran into him
Wasn't tryna pass the torch, so somebody had to do him
Get him out the way
Yeah, Bili season starts today
Red rum for any nigga wanna disrespect the gang
Anybody, vibe rappers and the lyrical spherical
Light fire to your ass, you gon' need a miracle
This hunger in my stomach got me speakin' outta character
No problem watchin' you parish, so don't make me embarrass ya
Never had an OG, so I don't respect authority
And I'm quick tempered, so address me accordingly, nigga
Kill em all, kill em all
Nobody standin' in my way, it's time to ball
I gotta kill em all, kill em all
Second hand to no man, I stand tall
Watch me kill em all, kill em all
Come in this game unknown and leave em all in awe
I gotta kill em all, kill em all
Shots on your head-top, watch em fall, gotta kill em
Aye, It's a bloody, bloody, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, it's all that's on my brain cells
Pain dwells in your future, when I shoot you
Don't take it personal, it's me or you, I'ma get this loot
Cursed from birth, I can only tell the truth
And truth is I'm ruthless, got my eyes on a coupe
A cute chick and two kids, I do this for the youth
New kid on the block, so pop, you gotta get the boot
Know you hear this hunger in my voice, you lookin' like a five course
Always had a jumper, but this rap shit is my sport
Them niggas mediocre, play they shit and get bored
Sleepy, got me nappin' with the loudest of snores
wake up, all rejuvenated and shit
Refreshed like a page, bout to go on about my day
Can't believe I'm bout to get paid to slaughter all these artists
Ain't none of you niggas safe, every one of you got a target
Kill em all, kill em all
Nobody standin' in my way, it's time to ball
I gotta kill em all, kill em all
Second hand to no man, I stand tall
Watch me kill em all, kill em all
Come in this game unknown and leave em all in awe
I gotta kill em all, kill em all
Shots on your head-top, watch em fall, gotta kill em
187 bro
Deaded his career, that shit is on it's way to Heaven bro
Never been the one for talk, my name ain't Tevin Campbell
Givin' these rappers, singers, producers and engineers way more than they can handle bro
Somebody light a candle, step in line so you can pay respect
This nigga been poppin' since VHS's and tape decks
Had a full life before I ran into him
Wasn't tryna pass the torch, so somebody had to do him
Get him out the way
Yeah, Bili season starts today
Red rum for any nigga wanna disrespect the gang
Anybody, vibe rappers and the lyrical spherical
Light fire to your ass, you gon' need a miracle
This hunger in my stomach got me speakin' outta character
No problem watchin' you parish, so don't make me embarrass ya
Never had an OG, so I don't respect authority
And I'm quick tempered, so address me accordingly, nigga
Kill em all, kill em all
Nobody standin' in my way, it's time to ball
I gotta kill em all, kill em all
Second hand to no man, I stand tall
Watch me kill em all, kill em all
Come in this game unknown and leave em all in awe
I gotta kill em all, kill em all
Shots on your head-top, watch em fall, gotta kill em
Credits
Writer(s): Bobby James, Jr Pope, Bobby James, Jr. Pope
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