Check em off, check em off, check em off

Check em off, check em off, check em off

Check em off, check em off, check em off

Check em off, check em off, check em off

Man this is for anyone who ever felt slighted

They came out with the list

And your name wasn't where it felt like it should be

Show em what's up, let's go

Dawg on some real shit

Y'all gotta feel this

I gotta kill list

I said gotta kill list

They put me at the bottom of the rankings

Who created this list, what the fuck was they thinking

What the fuck was they smokin, what the fuck was they drinkin

Now I got put belt to ass, they all getting spankings

Every time I read where I was ranked I get more pissed

I had the crazy eyes, Bobby Portis

I'm out for blood, watch my stats stack up

It's bad luck, for the my next match up

He though he could guard me that was a fable of course

Was just a hare faster he was moving like a tortoise

Crossover killed him left him stiff rigor mortis

RIP to his ankles, someone call a florist

Time to wake up the sleepers

Been working on my shooting, I got a heat seaker

As my bag gets deeper, my opponents get weaker

I gotta kill list, I'm like the Grim Reaper

Dawg on some real shit

Y'all gotta feel this

I gotta kill list

I said gotta kill list

Dawg on some real shit

Y'all gotta feel this

I gotta kill list

I said gotta kill list

I seen that stupid list

When it came out I was pissed

They gonna know that I'm the shit

When I check em off the list