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Horseshoe Gang
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Silent Killer
Killin' em, killin' em, killin' em all
I'm killin' niggas for breakfast
The thought of killing gives me erections
Enter the facility then I'm sealin' the exits
Then I'm drillin' your ex, I don't mean sexin' her
I mean I'm literally drillin' your ex with an electric drill
I kill niggas for testin', niggas wanted the test hard
That's like wishin' upon a death star, I fulfill you nigga's death wish
Die behind words like I'm drivin' and textin'
I got the license to kill, that's why my car hit ya
But I just might get ya in your apartment
And then I fuck your bitch while we layin' next to your carcass
I give her hard dick then I lick her, I call that hard liquor
Even my bitch is a raw killer
If you piss her off, she'll rip your pisser off
Nigga listen, y'all shouldn't spar with her
They call me Jigsaw because my saw jig ya
I'm a sinner if you ask me, let me ask my split personality
My sentiments exactly, I'm that killer in your black jeep
When you adjust your rear mirror and you see me in your backseat
I'm a killer, you not
On the set you actin', but I ain't givin' you props
I'm literally a serial killer cause I'm killin' my pops
If you don't get it, then forget it, I admit it cause I-I-I
Killin' em, killin' em, killin' em softly
I'm a silent killa, who willing to cross me?
Killin' em, killin' em, killin' em softly
I'm a violent nigga with a temper, I'm salty
Killin' em, killin' em, killin' em all
Homicidal nigga with criminal thoughts
I envision how to kill em, then I'll be lickin' em all
When my trigger finger itchin', then I'll be quick on the draw
I got a passion for merkin'
I'll be in the grass like a serpent
In them dark alleys, I'm lurkin'
I feel like snatchin' some purses, hand me that perc and bag
I'll be packin' that mag, I'll be grabbin' that ratchet
I'm searchin' to clap any person, full metal jacket disperin'
Aim and hit my target blindfolded
I'll be no-look passin' like Irving, tragedy searchin'
I'mma pop up on you in your place, sleep
That Glock stuck in your bitches face, niggas can't scream
You try runnin' to get away, but don't think M. Night Shyamalan comin' to film that chase scene
I'mma hide up in the hotel with a knife like I'm huntin', I'm comin' to penetrate spleens
When cops comin' this killer ain't seen
I'm dressed like a janitor with a mop bucket, I get away clean
Kidnap your son, no fuckin' discussion
You wanna see little Kevin, better come up with them ducats
I'mma have Kevin baked, cause I'm stuffin' your motherfuckin' son in the oven
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Ain't no frontin' or bluffin'
I'mma chase you down, bitch you runnin' for nothin'
I'm comin' to get you motherfuckers while you huffin' and puffin'
I'm the silent killer like hypertension
Snipin' niggas with my gun, suppressin' his muffle
If you wanna see a killer take a look at Dice
On a prowl, I'm a motherfuckin' wolf at night
Rockin' a hockey mask, I'm lookin' like
A Jason look-a-like with a butcher knife
I'mma catch a nigga comin' out the liquor store
Sippin' on Michelob, my pistol blow
You finna be spillin' mo' liquid then your beer bottle when it hit the floor
Gotta sit quiet, I'mma plan it like this
I'mma wait on your roof by the satellite dish
Tryin' to give you a shot, on the house like a free drink
You and any member of your family might get sniped
Better travel in big groups, but it really don't matter who with you, I'll massacre them too
I'm literally a backstabber with that dagger, stab your back with a Ginsu knife
I'm quite the savage, Michael Meyers type psychopathic
Itchy trigger finger, in fact my entire hand itch, only takin' a life to scratch it
I'll keep killin' 'til I have no enemies left, long as I have mobility
I'mma keep killin' 'til I have no energy, I kill more people than the tobacco industry
I don't stomp, the world tremble and shake when I try
They call it rain, really I make the sky cry
You'll sit in my basement when you awaken right after me givin' your face a high five
Cat's feelin' like they got 9 lives, I got a live 9
Don't get it mistaken, I'm sly
It's simple and plain like idiots on a flight
I'm willin' to blaze and put into graves who videotapin' my crime
Basket case, I'm trippin' but not on a damn shoelace
I'm trippin' but not with a damn suitcase
I'm trippin' over you cats who hate
I'm really amped, you hate
Now your ligaments I can amputate
I'm extraordinary, I'm the extra ordinary
Born to bury, prolly shoulda been born inside the mortuary
More than kinda sorta scary, lord of rhyme and more than ready
'Fore the drama comes, I'll care for your soul, the morgue is ready
I make lames get on they knees
They pray, and there's plenty to eat
Your bitches and dogs, I can put em to sleep
With an AK, speaking of AK, Kenny a G
You wanna meet, gimme the cross-street
End in a heartbeat, I'm endin' your heartbeat
I'm feelin' like winter, my ticker is frosty
Y'all killin' em, killin' em, killin' em hardly
I'm killin' em, killin' em, killin' em softly
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