Kriss Lockeman - Killer Lyrics

My next job's you
Just to bring in more meals
So I'll come for you
Don't let your soul spill
They trusted you
But you broke the whole deal
If I don't break you
Then I hope ya bones will
All this talkin is real
Like Jerusalem, Israel
You hopin' for deep feels
But I got an ill will
Be chill
Eat pills
Sleep still
This is real
Ain't got a lotta options for you
No big deal

Ain't no monster
But you still bother
So I have no choice
But to come and hunt ya
Ain't no dealer
Ain't a fashion killer
But I have to kill ya
So I'll be the thriller
The thriller
The thriller
Ain't no dealer
But I'll be the killer
The killer
The killer
Ain't my business
So I'll be the killer

I'm the dude, the villain
You a guy, a victim
I'm a Don, I give feels
When ya gone, none notice
So know this
I don't want to go diss
A lil' cry baby bitch
But I don't give a shit
About your stupid feelings
I'll take time rhymin' this
So reverse, reminisce
'Cause you'll die as I spit
Yea bitch, you ill
Get your head right
And I probably will kill you with no headlight
If there's a will then I might
It's like you're sit'n still
There's no rush, mate
But I still will kill
Like I'm Kim Jong Il
'Cause you got no skill
And I got no chill
And you got no bill
But you got a beak
I'ma give you a pill
And kill you in ya sleep
I'm maleficent
But instead of a sleepin' apple, I'ma poison it
'Cause you're a rotten apple so I'ma have to cut you like a weed
But I smoke that shit
So that means you'll get a 3rd degree
I don't have one but you can never be as high as me
Call me Osama
'Cause I'ma put you in a bin after I put a lead in
I'ma show you a whole new world
Where I keep all the dead in
Bitch, I persist like ISIS
So that means I wreck
You're on Santa's nice list
You could say this, "I ran"
I'ma shower for an hour in the blood of ya sisters and brothers alike
'Cause I got the might
More than all of you combined
You won't see the light
I ain't sayin' sike
Up your ass, I'ma put a pike
Baik?
I'm the master assassin, murderin' everythin'
That I get paid to do the killin' with my own two hands
Yes I'm goin' ham
Rip your whole crew, damn
I spit rapidly like a noob, I spam
Platypus, platypus
I'ma put this shit in the syllabus
Float'n on the top like a semiaquatic creature
You quack like a duck but never broke a law
Shoot'n ma shots like an automatic gun
Wield'n, root'n-toot'n
Tutti-frutti
Truly, purely
Like Afghanistan
Shady like I'm Batman
Broke my damn hand
But I still stand
'Cause in the end
I shit on y'all, man

Ain't no monster
But you still bother
So I have no choice
But to come and hunt ya
Ain't no dealer
Ain't a fashion killer
But I have to kill ya
So I'll be the thriller
The thriller
The thriller
Ain't no dealer
But I'll be the killer
The killer
The killer
Ain't my business
So I'll be the killer

I am stealthy
I am sick but healthy
I'm rich but low-key
I am mentally wealthy
I'm a fighter and a slayer
Kill you with ease because of the bitch you is
I'm a lover, not a LIFER
But still expectin' retirement
Not a liar, an adapter
I don't expect you to know the difference
I won't imitate you, irritating lil' gay ass bitch
Go find 'nother guy's dick to suck
I'ma play with ya dead body like a game, I won't even sway
Even when your blood run out
I'ma wipe my dirty ass with your f*ckin' face
You f*ckin' disgrace
Yes, bitch, I am nuts
Don't challenge me no, I'm a psycho
Got an ego bigger than your non-existent nuts
I hope you wearin' leather
'Cause everytime I rap, I spit fire
Like a Spitfire, I don't misfire
I'ma make this shit go dire
Spinnin' the wheels like I'm driftin', but I still don't tire
Wait, slow down
I'ma beat you pound for pound
I'ma get out of the line
When you hear my next rhyme
Yes I'm a super mad f*ck
Doin' a Superman jump
But instead of flyin', I'm smokin'
To get high in the damn clouds
I make you tired and broken
'Cause you a super lame junk
I ain't lyin', I'm outspoken
Put ya views in the damn trunk
That means I got your eyes gouged
Like a bat, you're damn blind
Like a Zeppelin, I'm scopin'
Light you through the damn snout
That means I'm focused
You ain't got it, you hopeless
I f*ck your brothers and sisters
And make your daughter my mistress
I'll be the pain in her anus
Put her to shame on the mattress
Make her insane when I ghost her
That means I left when I bust her
Now she cryin' for her father
Because she got her own daughter
She can't go back to her mother
Because I am her new father
That means I f*cked her own mother
And since she got her own daughter
Now they both callin' me father
So you can call me "motherf*cker", f*ckin' bitch
Why don't you go ahead and take a sit
Before I do somethin' real bad and get your throat slit