This is a song about "I will kill you in a rap"

Sulking crying cuz i will kill even you bill even if you got a top block that can chill

The more i rap the more i kill , the more i kill the more it became a thrill

I can't touch her, so for pleasure

In a memory i will remember

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

I'mma kill you for tellin me that i can't rap

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Yo you should rap in a comedy show,