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    Kill (Freestyle)
    
    
    Catch me spitting on this Kill beat  Hoping that these niggas would just feel me, the 
real me  My weapon is concealed and  You know I'm a 
suspect when I 
walk into the 
building  I 
came to London just to make some noise  The 
shit I 
say is for grown men, these bars are not for lil boys  I'm Andy with these toys  You run up on me, you get flexed on like Terry Crews and steroids  Listen, I 
been balling like a 
Piston  I 
been marching on niggas like I 
am army enlisted  You run up on me, you get it  My choppa' retarded and spitting on these goofy ass niggas  Pop a 
roofie, I'm gone, in a 
whole nother zone  Put my dick in yo mom, that's the 
shit that I'm on  Yeah that's the 
shit that I'm on, you ain't on shit cause you dumb  You run up on me, you gone, that choppa' on me, it's rung  You get hung like a 
noose  I'm about the 
war, give a 
fuck about the 
truce  All about myself, I 
give a 
fuck about you  Matter of fact, I 
may just shoot the 
fuck up out you  Put an X 
next to your name like Malcolm  I 
guess you didn't weigh your options out, your outcomes  You did the 
wrong shit on the 
right day  We turn a 
white day into a 
red day  Fuck what yo mom say, fuck what yo' dad say  I 
keep it 3K like my first name Andre  If I 
go broke, I'm probably serving like an entree  In Bombay with yo girl sucking all on me  Off the 
Xannies, I'm a 
zombie  Don't believe me, try me, fuck around, stomp you  I'm kinda hungry off the 
weed, I 
may chomp you  And that shorty, she a 
eater, she a 
muncher  Man I'm feeling like a 
monster  Straight Jeffrey Dahmer when I'm gripping the 
Llama  You don't want problems, no smoke at all  I 
take your whole pound and smoke it all  I 
take yo bitches then fuck 'em all  They on my D, I'm hating, I 
duck 'em all  And she look at my whole team then suck 'em all  Macaroni on me, it'll buck-buck 'em all  Man somebody tell me to stop, nah, I'mma keep going, just watch  I 
take yo Rollie, yo watch, yo bitches all on my cock  You run up on me, get popped, they judge a 
nigga like Cochran  They forgot to stop it, run up on me here  I 
got a 
rocket on me, no launcher  I 
feel like I 
am the 
bestest, I'm deadlier than asbestos  My word is really my weapon, I'm coming back for some seconds  Freestylin's a 
preference, send you to stairway to heaven  Man, these niggas writing the 
shit that I 
say  The 
beats beat when I'm beating like Doctor the 
Dre  I 
pull up on them with the 
choppa', and screaming out "Hey!  Fuck you, pow pow, have a 
nice day"  And my wrist is like an ice tray, and yo bitch she do what I 
say  Yeah, she put her hands in the 
air when my song come on  Like single ladies and Beyonce, yeah  And the 
way that I 
spit shit  I 
burn niggas like Jamaicans with the 
incense  Been the 
realest with the 
shit ever since I 
was an infant  I'm a 
misfit, Tony Hawk on my grind like a 
trip tip, you could get hit  Choppa leave you crying like a 
chick flick, I'm a 
sick kid  Bitch, I 
been lit, man these niggas ain't shit but some pussies  And pork ass niggas, fuck is a 
piglet  Fuck is these niggas, I 
don't fuck with these niggas  A 
four-leaf clover on a 
bullet, good luck with these niggas  Man it must suck for these niggas, ol' suffering niggas  YouTube ol' video buffering niggas  Ol' big bad wolf huff-puffing ass niggas  Til I 
pull up on the 
scene like "You think you hard?"  I 
put a 
bullet hole through your muffin ass, nigga  Man, all the 
songs that I'm bumping, I 
got the 
partiers jumping  You run up on me, it's over, that chopper's on me, it's dumping  I'll dump you like a 
bad relationship, hold on, wait, wait, wait  Let me take this shit, it may take a 
bit  I 
spit the 
shit I 
say, go back, re-say it  Then say something different, replacing it, man they hating us  It's presidential brain from yo bitch Sarah Palin kid  Still selling John McCain, like you got yo shit snatched  My flow is off the 
chain, pull up in the 
rover, yeah I 
got the 
range  I 
feel like Drake, nothing was the 
same  Niggas love to hate, get up out my face before you catch a 
AK  Shoot him in his face, tell that nigga bye-bye, man down, mayday  Pull up to his mom house and turn it to my safe place  I 
need a 
safe haven, I'm too busy slaying  Dying my hair like Super Saiyans, leave his face on the 
pavement  Jackie Chan when I'm smoking, I 
really feel like an Asian  Fuck yo bitch when I'm high, call that shit Asian persuasion  I 
rush out with yo girl, she fuck for hours up in the 
shower  I 
feel like I 
got superpowers, I'm so superb  I'm bout the 
action, you niggas bout action verbs  I 
don't gotta say a 
word, I 
shoot for the 
green, feeling like Larry Bird  On the 
competition, I 
drop and take a 
turd  Shove it in they ears, they hearing every word  Really though, I 
get it popping like a 
nigga hitting wheelies hoe  Or an ollie hoe, or a 
molly hoe  Run a 
train on yo bitch, that's a 
trolley hoe  Don't try me how I 
do you like Dej Loaf  You want to go to heaven so bad, here's a 
halo  My gun sing like J 
Lo, you better get low like limbo  Before you catch a 
couple shots for yo kinfolk  I'm Rambo with the 
ammo, I 
don't never let go  Money kinda stick to me, call me Juice Velcro  Say you getting money now, fuck nigga hell no  You don't like Adidas but this choppa give you shell toes  This choppa' give you shell toes  And leave yo ass dancing on the 
floor like a 
red nose  Beam on my gun, that's a 
red nose  Pull up on the 
scene, let the 
shit blow  Yonkers, Yonkers, in this bitch with Westwood, man  
 
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