Kill ‘em, fucking kill ‘em

Kill ‘em already, kill ‘em

Remember that

One time in band camp when you stuck

A mic in your ass, put on a dress, and did handstands?

Your bitch patterns can’t fathom the long-term damages

Picture-perfect on a canvas made of bandages

The savages decide, I’m trying to ignore

But deep in the core, I feel the need to explore your

Capacity, another war casualty with the

Audacity to get mad at me for how it had to be

The only tip to climb out of the cocoon pod:

Hold ground, resume your conversations with God

If you catch a minute, let Him know I’m still a cynic

Still smiling like a distorted vagina when I’m thick in it

Sick, calloused, kick the habits

Rip all of the madness from the skits to the ballots

With fists like mallets, I beat my chest, I eat

Rap and spit Atmosphere to fuck with your weak breath

You lost

Stumbling over each step, wondering if you’ll meet death

Attempting a speech, stressed over being caught up for cheap threats

You just trespassed into this threshold of pain, thoughts

And actions don’t exist, only echoes remain. Let go

The flame of life, this knife is a brush, your flesh is the canvas

Your screams are music to me, your wife the next to get ravaged

No one’s exempt. Your one attempt to plead for your life has got you

Questioning everything, even your reason to fight. Strike a match

Write your raps, you might perhaps feel great

‘Til after my raps when your face is replaced with a steel plate

I see your fate, I see your hate, alleviate stress

Making it easier to spit and deviate from my flesh, stretching

Across the plane, now guard your brain, stains placed upon your name

Appalled, insane from all the strain, your train of thought is caught in flames

And all in vain ‘cause, in the end, you’re shook on the shelf, having

An out-of-body experience, scared to look at yourself

“Well, that is one sorry-ass motherfucker”

“What do you say there, Bob?”

“A guy like that make it? Yes or no?”

“Uh huh, uh huh”

“I have to tell you, that's precisely what I saw”

“I mean, sometimes I just look at a guy, and I know”

“This fella's not gonna make it”

“Just no fucking way”

Man, fuck

This rap shit. I should go back to whoring

Letting it loose, spreading my juice, catching my portions

‘Cause this lifestyle is just as dumb as fucking

Your wife wild for the excitement of a buck

With a torch and a crossbow, I walk through the corridors

Of hip hop’s castle, observing the personal battles

I climb through with a blind man’s attitude, my life

Is a mixtape and you’re stuck in a fucking interlude (Ayyo, who)

(The hell are you?) You resemble bait for the type of hatred

That escaped from the center of Hell’s lake, chained

To two pillars, one attached to each arm

Ignore the voices ‘til it’s on and advice is “keep calm”

This pain dates back past the hate cats hold towards

Rap, rock’n’roll, soul, and government control

For as much as God loves me because She loves ugly, I’m still

Spitting it to see if that bitch will come and fuck me

Raise your eyes, private. I wanna see into your soul and decipher

What in your life is keeping you from reaching goals. You got that

Shook little look that crooks get when they’re caught

When they’re taking credit for something that they know they should not. How many

Roads you traveled? How many accolades have you gathered? How many

Times have you been in the line of fire as if it mattered? But, still

You got the nerve to speak, you worthless piece of dirt that reeks

Havoc on this, pass it and partially murder me

To put it simply, you haven’t sacrificed to grab the mic

You’re a student, you just duplicate the patterns and the habits right

Congratulations. Don’t show your face if you don’t know your place

I’ve lost it all for this. You’ve got the balls to play the role you fake?

You make me sick, you fraud. For that, I spit in your grill

For every cat that had the heart although he didn’t have skill

Spill your blood on the linoleum and make you lick it back. If you losing

Sleep over rap, I’ll be happy to help you catch up

Kill ‘em, fucking kill ‘em

Kill ‘em already, kill ‘em

Kill ‘em, fucking kill ‘em

Kill ‘em already, kill ‘em