This is a song about "Killer instinct"

I have no killer degree, cause

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Coming for my rightful place its just my instinct

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

She ain't know i was a killer

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

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Journey in the mind of this serial killer