Kill Em

[Hook] 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 [Intro] 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 I'mma murder murder rap I'mma murder murder Murder he wrote I kill em 'til they're dead DEAD! [Verse One] 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, R.E. cocaine kid Had a talk with my conscience my conscience said "Reks kill em kill em kill em" [Hook] [Verse Two] 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 Hi, is 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 [Hook] [Verse Three] Bye bye Jay Electronica see you on the other side I'mma kill my own crew, Chi Knocks and 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!