Album Name

Killer (Remix)

Artist

Jack Harlow, Eminem, Cordae

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2021.05.28

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Killer Yeah
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 fiance 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
Twenty five thirty yeah
get the money
Throw it in the furnace
yeah this shit be funny
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
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 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
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 drippin' from me
Yeah I'm a Killer
Yeah I'm a what
I'm a cold blooded Killer