Kill Em Lyrics - Rhythmatic Eternal King Supreme - Reks

Yeah Murder he wrote I kill em kill em kill em 

Murder he wrote I kill em kill em kill em 

Kill em 'til they're dead 

Got a murderous plot that I jotted on my journal it is hot 

There is much I can learn you 

I'mma murder murder rap 

Murder he wrote I kill em 'til they're dead 

Off with these rappers' heads 

Termanology dead, Skyzoo dead 

Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red 

Why live let them die I kill em willing 

Try feeling sympathetic for Blu 

Like poor Blu, Poor you, cup of acid 

Drink splashes think as if killing rappers is so fantastic 

Statik hurry let's get this track mastered fast kid 

Murder he wrote leaving they throat slashes 

Mad sick, I fuckin hate dope rappers 

If you ain't made it big I'm killin you, ridicule 

Anyone without whips and bitches in they videos 

Little Brother dead, Elzhi dead 

Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red 

I is sick in the brain, R.E. cocaine kid 

Had a talk with my conscience my conscience said 

"Reks kill em kill em kill em" 

Hello, Torae what's in your double barrel? 

Please don't shoot first 

I have to reload to blast you 

Raps'll make me so unpopular 

I wonder if Jean Grae will let me sit on top of her 

Strangle life out of her 

I've got some songs I 

Really like to play for you 

Amazing tunes, in em I'm talking about blazin dudes 

JFK dead, Brother Ali dead 

Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red 

I am so fed up with the underground rap shit 

Here Statik help me put Poison Pen in this casket 

Krumbsnatcha don't be dramatic 

I gotta light these matches 

To burn your body into ashes 

How do I blast this murder he wrote for the masses 

Bye bye Jay Electronica see you on the other side 

I'mma kill my own crew, Chi Knocks and Lucky Dice 

Cali dead, John Hope dead 

Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red 

See I came up with this record 

For rappers who neglected 

Don't take it as hate 

Cause they love it when you dead kid 

Head is deranged, sick and insane 

Gargle this bleach, target is me 

Lower bullets and aim 

Now you're all dead and Reks dead 

Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red 

I could swallow these pills 

And sleep on the way to heaven 

Make my child a bastard on the way to hell 

I told you Papa didn't preach good lovin 

So I learned to hate from a well 

The industry we now know don't got room for creativity 

Murder he wrote gon' make history 

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