Shoot, Shoot, Kill Prof

[Intro/Hook]
Shoot, shoot, murder, kill
Shoot, shoot, murder, kill
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, murder, kill
Shoot, shoot, murder, kill
Shoot, shoot, murder, kill
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, murder, kill, murder, kill

[Verse 1]
Sick, sippin' Simalac, I holler, "where the victims at?"
I'll find them in a cypher, and that's where I kill them at
I kill you rappers freestylin', y'all the boring version
And when you die I won't miss you. I'm not a mo(u)rning person
Ugh, goddamn it I'm good
I'm that one that climb that ladder out of the hundreds who could
I got y'all under my foot, I give you bitches six months
To turn around and copy my shit you posing punks
I need to travel often, young Prof, battle problem
I want beef so bad I swore I heard the cattle talkin'
Offer me your cup, see if I'm real and I can fill it up
I think you've mistaken me for someone who might give a fuck
Tag along with the Prof, hop in the back-seat
Roll around the city like Rudolph Nasty
Got a couple of chickens that swallow fastly
Call it nasty, follow Papi
I have already been where you'll never know
Five-star General, animal, I'll have 'em all