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Reks
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Kill Em
Yeah Murder he wrote I kill em kill em kill em
Murder he wrote I kill em kill em kill em
Murder he wrote I
Murder he wrote I
kill em 'til they're dead
Got a murderous plot that I jotted on my journal it is hot
It's infernal
There is much I can learn you
Hip Hop
Imma murder murder rap
Imma murder murder
Murder he wrote I kill em 'til they're dead
DEAD
Off with these rappers' heads
Termanology dead.
Skyzoo dead.
Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red
Why live let them die I kill em willing
try feeling sympathetic for Blu
Like poor Blu
Poor you
Cup of acid
Drink splashes think as if killing rappers is so fantastic
Statik hurry let's get this track mastered fast kid
Murder he wrote leaving they throat slashes
Mad sick
I fuckin hate dope rappers
If you ain't made it big I'm killin you
Ridicule
Anyone without whips and bitches in they videos
Little Brother dead
Elzhi dead
Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red
I is sick in the brain
RE: Cocaine kid
Had a talk with my conscience
My conscience said,
'Reks kill em kill em kill em'
Murder he wrote I kill em kill em kill em
Murder he wrote I kill em kill em kill em
Murder he wrote I
Murder he wrote I
Kill em 'til they're dead
Hello, Torae what's in your double barrel?
Please don't shoot first
I have to reload to blast you
Raps'll make me so unpopular
I wonder if Jean Grae will let me sit on top of her
Strangle life out of her
Live on my webcam.
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High as this def jam
My name is Reks and
I've got some songs I
Really like to play for you
Amazing tunes
In em I'm talking about blazin dudes
JFK dead
Brother Ali dead
Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red
I am so fed up with the underground rap shit
Here Statik help me put Poison Pen in this casket
Krumbsnatcha don't be dramatic
I gotta light these matches
To burn your body into ashes
Excuse me Lil' Fame
How do I blast this murder he wrote for the masses
I kill em kill em kill em
Murder he wrote I kill em kill em kill em
Murder he wrote I kill em kill em kill em
Murder he wrote I
Murder he wrote I
Kill em 'til they're dead
Bye bye Jay Electronica
See you on the other side
I'mma kill my own crew
Chi Knox to Lucky Dice
Cali dead
John Hope dead
Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red
See I came up with this record
For rappers who neglected
Don't take it as hate
Cause they love it when you dead kid
Head is deranged
Sick and insane
Gargle this bleach
Target is me
Lower bullets and aim
Now you're all dead
And Reks dead
Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my eyes see red
I could swallow these pills
and sleep on the way to heaven
Make my child a bastard on the way to hell
I told you Papa didn't preach good lovin
So I learned to hate from a well
The industry we now know don't got room for creativity
Murder he wrote gon' make history
DEAD
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