This is a song about "Kill"

Kill him, commit suicide, than kill him again, bitch.

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Till we will, fucking kill!

That's aids to the ill

So you can charge me with treason

Kill your crew for no reason

Ive got no license to kill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

But,my raps scar and kill,

I'm gon remember her, but still

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Accidentally kill your family still

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Where you're known to supposedly "kill"