This is a song about "We kill em we kill em ooooooh"

I aint gonna kill them off/ imma let em kill themselves

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Kill 'em with a passion,

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Syllables, killaholic (kill em all with)

After we kill em all phonic's will be the final cats to spit

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Telling ‘em to go out and blast off, kill a gangsta,

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Fuck a censor and a critic, i'll kill em

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)

I'll kill em single handely and rep it candidly

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee