This is a song about "Killer rhyms"

Tramps everywhere today i told you boy i didn't want an enemy bust my rhyms out against

When some shit pops in my head, my mind is crazy, hops, drops, and flops until its dead

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

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

Killer, like a thriller,when i drill her,

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

The next god of thriller, a mother fucking serial killer,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

Journey in the mind of this serial killer