This is a song about "Kill shit"

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Paranoia that shit might kill ya

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

I'm gon remember her, but still

Ive got no license to kill

Where you're known to supposedly "kill"

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

To kill time like solo slow watches, support the shit,

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

This ill shit will kill quick it's no incident

Real shit, twisted and sick feel me bitch? ill kill ya quick im itchin to put

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

Or never say never though i admit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,