Its killa on the mic I wreck it my bars are reckless 
Shit tends to get to my brain, hittin me hard like dam a freight train
My flow so sharp it’s overdosed on cocaine 
Now I don’t need no oxygen, I’m breathin in propane 
Black girl sippin, white wine, put my fist in her like a civil rights sign
The heat comin off of me is hotter than your mums iron 
Careful not to touch me or you might just start cryin

Shit im rappin logic, Your ironic, I guess your fuckin chaotic 
I pimpin like im exotic, Your flows catastrophic, 
Melody on me, Bitches wanna see me D, Im crazy like Eazy- E, 
Im fly as a bee, flyin free, careful not to pop a knee UH 

Im pullin the tapes, every body rushin to the fire escape, 
flows so good like im eatin the grapes
Im pullin 101 like im hittin a vape 
Then ill come at you with all my audiotapes
Killa’s my name, yall rappers aint the same, im getting the fame, see me in a picture frame
Your style is lame, better pick up your game, the hoods what I claim, all these rhymes gonna start a flame, ima put you to shame, say you can rap you better reclaim, Im beating you like in a dam board game, So put me on stage and know my stage name, or grab a seat and watch my ballgame, im hearing all these faggots exclaim



Travellin to Los Angela’s
You cant handle this
Watch your ears, flow so sick, Might have damages
You’re amateurs 
Leave you wrapped up in bandages 
Rap aint makin sense, pure randomness
Quick call the Ambulance 
He sufferin from paralysis 
This is miraculous 
Im like all other rappers, foul mouth and blasphemous
I’m runnin away, let the wind take me away from your clamminess
All these niggas bout to pop one and go smoke cannabis 
Im done leaving you actionless
Im out, Too much anxiousness

Killmatic

Killa

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