Silent Killa

[Intro] Killin' em, killin' em, killin' em all [Verse 1: Demetrius Capone] 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 [Hook: Demetrius Capone] 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 [Verse 2: Julius Luciano] 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 dispersin' Aim and hit my target blindfolded I'll be no-look passin' like Irving, tragedy certain 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 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 [Hook: Demetrius Capone] [Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] 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 Myers 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'm killing more people than the tobacco industry [Hook: Demetrius Capone] [Verse 4: Kenny] 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'mma X the ordinary, 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 chromes I carry, 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 [Hook: Demetrius Capone]