Eminem - Killer (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Eminem - Killer (en) Lyrics
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I'm a (Boy's crazy), I'm
a cold-blooded (Killer)
Made all this money from
doin' this (Yeah, look)
d.a. got that dope
Now count it, five, ten,
yeah, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty,
yeah, get the money
Throw it in the furnace, yeah,
this shit be funny
Earn it just to burn it, swag drip—
I used to rock a toboggan
Headphones around my neck,
tryna be like Shady
Now the phone that's in my pocket
seem to keep vibratin'
I got all these Ronnie Bennetts
tryna be my baby
Tryna fiancé me
I take the steering wheel and drive
them girls beyond crazy (Crazy)
I'm on a song with my idol
I'm a cold-blooded version
of the song title
I put these diamonds in the ring
like they was Shawn Michaels
I can't put the Louis V
inside the wash cycle
I take this shit to the cleaners
'Bout to cop me a Bimmer,
I got a special demeanor
She was mine when I seen her, I'm
gettin' meaner and meaner
Called the front desk and
asked for a steamer
I'm a bitch bagger, not
a Twitch streamer
I'm eatin' pizza in Little Italy,
damn, I used to hit Caesars
She 'bout to finish, but wait
a minute, it gets deeper
Same kid just a bit sleeker
Yeah, now count it, five, ten,
yeah, fifteen, twenty
Earn it just to burn it (Listen, uh)
They say my killing's horrendous,
"How he still in the business?"
Rich as hell and it's
feelin' tremendous
Ma dukes chillin' in Venice, compliments
of her eldest descendant
Give hell with these writtens, this
shit only propel my ascension
I held my position in any
situation that's needed
This year I'm shittin' on niggas
for the way we was treated
I see the impact of all my
creations increasin'
My step in time with these Pantheons,
it all was divine
I'm in this moment of my life where
shit is fallin' in line
And lookin' back, I swear to god,
you'd think it all was designed
A true movie script, I can't really
ever fuck no groupie bitch
All she got is diamonds on
her mind on some Uzi shit
A whole generation of geniuses
I'm influencin'
I only hang with real niggas
who I'm congruent with
I manifest nothing less
than the best outcome
Just watch my moves with
this next album, nigga
Earn it just to burn it,
swag drippin' from me
My sentences are harsh, every single's
bar's like a verdict
I say it with conviction, but this
time you're not gonna serve it
But as soon as I read it, you know
that you're about to get murdered
When I cap, it'll punish, then put
you in a box like a juror (Haha)
If there's a rapper I
haven't ate (Where?)
We ain't battled, either that
or they won't collaborate
'Cause pad or paper freestyle will
settle that debate (Yup)
I call it guillotine style 'cause
even off the head, I decapitate
Yeah, bitch, I go harder
than Carter III (What?)
But I think your thottie
just thought of me
She got a body and bottom like Cardi B
And she be stalking me
like I was broccoli
I'm getting brain now like a lobotomy
You probably thinkin' you had
that shit in the bag like
it's colostomy (What?)
It's a red alert, you better skrrt
or try to get on my level first
Bitch, I'd had to shovel dirt and
dig a hole to get on yours
You bum-bum (Haha), look at
your broke ass (Yeah)
It's why you're a bum-bum (Why?) 'cause
your shit is so ass (Yeah)
Syllable gun-guns (Chk-chk), spits
and goes "Hadoo" (Doo)
Only L that I ever took was
when I lost Proof (Yeah)
Only time that I ever got served is
that lawsuit when Ma sued (What?)
But, bitch, get out of pocket and
I might accost you (Accost you)
Homicides up the wazoo
(Chain) Chain gaudy, probably
got more bodi-odi-odies
than John do (John do)
Just called Snoop and I talked to
him (What?), we all cool (Yeah)
Dre, me and the Dogg good,
Doc, we got you
Got a castle with a solid
gold floor (What?)
No I don't, I don't even
got a boat nor
Do I got a chauffeur, but
a lot to show for
You don't wanna fuck around
and start no war (Nah)
Twenty more years, I could
probably go for
Just like your lip and
you got a cold sore
My shit is like motherfuckin' herpes
You ain't ever gonna say I don't
got it no more (Bitch)
Literally it's no quittin'
me, you kiddin' me?
Dying laughing is the only
way you're killing me
I'm getting rid of ya, get
clapped like chlamydia
The wittiest, bitch, I'll
snap like a tibia
You wanna get silly with
the bars? I'm frivolous
But I'm as gritty and
litty as my city is
East side 'til I die, bitch, I will
rep 'til the end like a chameleon
Got a killer instinct with
the pen's ink and they're
in sync like a faucet
How the fuck do I even think
of this ridiculous shit?
I'm a quarter of a century deep
and I can't be beat (Nah)
'Til the day me and the grim reap
meet, I'm ten toes down 'til
I'm six feet deep (What?)
Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin'
at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep
She said she fucks with the M-T-
B to the M-B: Side B Slim CD
I can see why you envy me, you get
no ass like an empty seat (Haha)
So this shit comes with a warning for
all of you punks and you corny
Little fucks, I woke up on
my fuck shit this morning
Yeah, I'm a (Killer)
Yeah, I'm a what? I'm a
cold-blooded (Killer)
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