This is a song about "Kill em with my r"

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

Syllables, killaholic (kill em all with)

Yo now watch me kill 'em with the funky rhythm

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Wrecking with ill skill,my rhymes are like diseases they slowly kill.

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Odd future, wolfgang kill 'em all

Bitch, i was born to ball

Crowd screaming like terio,"ooh, kill 'em!"

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Fuck em up with my dick

Oh your friends are sick

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

I'mma kill you for fillin my head up with crap