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kullizun - 1st-degree murder lyrics

[verse 1: kullizun]

about to spit some sh-t that make you rewind this back
about to teach you how to live and then how to rap
this n-gg- think he swaggin’ cause he know how to rap fast
but little do he know he needed more sk!lls than that
so i’ma spit about the truth because he never does fact
this n-gg- only ’round his crew cause they been taught how to act
he gon’ put the mic down after all this p-sses
make’em realize what he did and then he’ll regret his actions
oh lord, i’m going hard for my cohort
no more; i told this n-gg- there ain’t no more
he could do to beat me, it’s as simple as that
i’ll put his body in a bag and then i’ll take out the trash
he quick to snap on someone who is better than him
he quick to snap on anyone, man, even his friends
i ain’t smokin’ a cigarette, no man, i am not feelin’ stress
i ain’t holdin’ my breath, a n-gg- ain’t sleepin’ less
but i’ve been sleeping on his music cause i can’t understand
how anybody listens to his sh-t, it sounds like a can
stuffed with a bag cheetos, just crumbled and slammed
onto the mic and then some scribbled rhymes is all that he jammed
hunt this n-gg- down, i’ll forgive him for his attitude
not before i body him cause man there’s sh-t i gotta prove
he ain’t take his time with anything, and this is not news
open up discussions for “how bad is his crew?”
i got some honest criticism for you, turn that sh-t down
only way i live in peace is if you ain’t makin a sound
be the best boppin’ b-boy you can be
cause you cannot stand me
a stampede
rummage through your pantry
eat you up like ants feed
and i’m with my antsy crew of misfits and they ready for a d-mn feast
now he let the d-mn beast out of his cage
’bout to flip the k!ll switch, bring him out of his grave
got no respect for f-ckin f-ggots who be wantin’ to please
“p-p-please don’t murder me” is what he begging and plead
i orchestrate and penetrate and detonate on the beat
and i’m in cleats, i run the track and then i’m running the streets
but you tweet to run your mouth because you stealthy as h-ll
been undercover hating me since i stepped up with my wealth
oh, now he talkin’ all that mad sh-t
in the mix lab lookin’ front to back
remind him of his last clique
took a whole month for him to come up with something
and even then it even came with no substance
he’s a marketing gimmick
he’s a caddy that’s rented
he’s a child unattended
get your parents, we finished
drive you out to the woods in the car that i tinted
drag you into the woods with the rope that knitted
and then as i walk back i’ll just cover the tracks
now there ain’t no coming back
no, you ain’t gon’ respond back
every time i come with something real you, quick, delete the facts
i mean, it’s better if you just shut up and had no reply
you had to type up all that sh-t that made no sense in my mind
it’s like you’d rather have me fake my love than give you advice
so you can practice that much harder on what you ain’t comprised of
he might want a deathwish, the dome where the led split
check him off my checklist and get’em a breath mint
he ain’t fresher so i gotta measure, he ain’t a competitor
the pressure i be bringin’ must be stashed up in the dresser
and the lesser that i hear’em know that it will bring me pleasure
as i turn his music down and start to turn up all my records
he can’t compete to eat the final feast, i rip the meat
and bleed the beat, i bring the heat, i shrink the geek
like drake to meek, his bars are weak, they need a tweak
i give him a week
i know his army soft because i’m bombin’ like baghdad
i even took the time to help him out with his asvab
did a lot of dirt, can bury me in my hole
this n-gg- shoot to k!ll but never bury my soul
i’m on a roll… ballpoint, i bet he taking some notes
and at the end of the battle he leavin’ here with some ghosts

[bridge: kullizun]

i’m goin’ m-th-f-cka
all day, all day
you don’t even gotta wait
put your pistols in the case
no way, jose
said you at the shooting range
had no ammunition or nutrition, ‘enough to feed the brain
alright, who say
that i bodied today?
in a moment he remembered he was f-cking with a king
okay, okay
ain’t no crowns for me to reach – for
i bring the knowledge for the reward
and then i forged a gorge of horrorcore
and left his label ruined and destroyed
i cool whip when i deploy, yes

[verse 2: kullizun]
and my simplest sh-t
be way more pivotal, you pitiful
you meaningless b-tch
might demeaning how you screaming but you dreaming a bit
too much, i know it’s gotta be a bottomless pit
bottomless b-tch…
(i know it hurts you when you x2
i know it hurts you when you feel this way, oh yeah_
be on the outside, looking in through your window
now watch him as he subsides, to be a failure…
(to be a failure)
(that sh-t is flammable)
watch him go and be a failure now…
f-ckin’ failure
oh yeah
watch him go and be a failure now…
b-tch -ss n-gg-
okay, okay, okay…
watch him go and be a failure now…
f-ckin’ failure
oh yeah
watch him go and be a failure now…
f-ck these n-gg-s
watch him be a f-ckin’ failure now…
oh yeah…
oh yeah…
(this sh-t is flammable – woah)

- kullizun lyrics

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