[Intro: Mic Beatz]
This is kill rap...
This is kill rap...
This is kill rap
Kill, kill, kill, kill rap
Kill, kill, kill, kill rap
[Chorus: Mic Beatz]
This is kill rap, where we kill cats, real rap
Each verse is a steel gat, feel that
Every bar is a bullet when we peel back
This is kill rap, this is kill rap...
2x
[Verse 1: Mic Beatz]
Ayo, listen here, when I spit, it's like I always got the pistol near
Cause when I hit, it make them disappear
My 1-6 really 1-8-7
They could go to hell, I don't think they're gon' make heaven...
Nah, even in them battle rhymes, they're amateur
64 bars, a Valentine's Day massacre...
Mad bullet holes claimin your brains kid
And hit you with the mic until I cave all your brains in
This is real rap, and I'm a real rapper
Make you shit your pants and eat it, Fear Factor
This is torture rap, I make more stacks
Leavin ransom notes underneath your doormats
Like: "Leave the money here and yo, I won't kill him..."
Then I spit a verse at him, leave his throat spillin
With all the rhymes I write, it's a real fact
That if I write anymore, I'mma kill rap...
This is kill rap...
This is kill rap...
This is kill rap
Kill, kill, kill, kill rap
Kill, kill, kill, kill rap
[Chorus: Mic Beatz]
This is kill rap, where we kill cats, real rap
Each verse is a steel gat, feel that
Every bar is a bullet when we peel back
This is kill rap, this is kill rap...
2x
[Verse 1: Mic Beatz]
Ayo, listen here, when I spit, it's like I always got the pistol near
Cause when I hit, it make them disappear
My 1-6 really 1-8-7
They could go to hell, I don't think they're gon' make heaven...
Nah, even in them battle rhymes, they're amateur
64 bars, a Valentine's Day massacre...
Mad bullet holes claimin your brains kid
And hit you with the mic until I cave all your brains in
This is real rap, and I'm a real rapper
Make you shit your pants and eat it, Fear Factor
This is torture rap, I make more stacks
Leavin ransom notes underneath your doormats
Like: "Leave the money here and yo, I won't kill him..."
Then I spit a verse at him, leave his throat spillin
With all the rhymes I write, it's a real fact
That if I write anymore, I'mma kill rap...
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