This is a song about "Cold harded killer"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I'ma murder anyone that comes near me. call me serial killer

Serial killer, stuffing bodies in a bacterial pillar

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Where would i be without my dogs

I have no killer degree, cause

God mc oh my god you gotta see

I ain't a killer but down push me/