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Kill Them All Songtext
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Kill Them All Songtext

Yeah, this beat is crazy, shout out to me
All you little fuckin′, uh, D League, peasant
Tier 98-ass rappers and little clickbait-ass journalists and shit
Y'all can suck my dick. I never even met y′all, man
Y'all so fuckin' obsessed
I′m on some kill everybody shit, fuck y′all

Yeah, I've been withholdin′, I really feel like explodin' (yeah)
People pokin′, provokin', I′m suffocatin', I'm chokin′
The feelin′ that no one gets it, I just try to suppress it
I really need to express it, I really should reinvest it
And go off, off, off on you bitches
I wonder why these fuckin' grown men always talkin′ like bitches
Y'all so obsessed with me, I′ve never even talked to you bitches
I'd run you over with my Lambo, wouldn′t stop for you bitches


I'm at my breakin' point, I can wave and point
And they′ll start breakin′ joints so loudly, exclamation point
Rappers takin' bribes, they be shavin′ points
I see the game from every angle, I be playin' point
I be playin′ coach, I be playin' owner
I be playin′ fan, and I play promoter
Gettin' great exposure from all the hate
Y'all are hustlin′ backwards
This goes for anybody and any bum-ass rapper, pussy

Now (yeah), you leave me no choice
I have to kill ′em all (kill 'em all)
Kill ′em all (kill 'em all)
Kill ′em all (kill 'em all)
Kill ′em all (kill 'em all)

Now (yeah), you leave me no choice
I have to kill 'em all (kill ′em all)
Kill ′em all (kill 'em all)
Kill ′em all (kill 'em all)
Kill ′em all (kill 'em all)


Yeah
Any rapper can get it, I′m sendin' headshots, headshots
You can't talk to me if you can′t sell out Red Rocks, Red Rocks
That′s ten thousand
Watch your mouth when you speak 'bout your superiors
Premeditated murder, I′m plottin' with my Nigerians (yes o)
Peekin′ through you, chiefin' and eatin′ fufu
We see what this dreamin' grew to, arenas in Honolulu
Doin' streams like I′m Hulu, Lambo talks via Bluetooth
People tryna do voodoo, this zoo is makin′ me coo-coo

And fuck the media and the politics in this industry
The snakes and the lies and the gossip in this industry
And fuck these WWE-ass rappers
High school mentality, Glee-ass rappers
Fake family ties, y'all say brother too much
Y′all get played by the same women
Y'all say you love her too much
And y′all be runnin' from the truth
Y′all take cover too much
I'm gettin' tired of this shit, man, enough is enough

Now (yeah), you leave me no choice
I have to kill ′em all (kill ′em all)
Kill 'em all (kill ′em all)
Kill 'em all (kill ′em all)
Kill 'em all (kill ′em all)

Now (yeah), you leave me no choice
I have to kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Kill ′em all (kill ′em all)
Kill 'em all (kill ′em all)
Kill 'em all (kill ′em all)

Yeah
Rappers dissin' for attention that their music ain′t gettin'
I understand, it's frustratin′ watchin′ my rapid ascension
Watchin' arenas sell out, watchin′ my plaques multiply
When you ain't headlined a tour, and when you drop they don′t buy
But you got followers though, but what they followin' for?
But that′s 'cause most of them are fake, let me let your followers know
That y'all be payin′ social media agencies 20 thou′ every month
Just to comment, like, and follow your account

It's all a front, y′all are glorified Instagram entertainers
Got millions of followers, but can't even sell out your basement
Y′all droppin' antics and skits ′cause you can't drop a hit
Flashin' jewelry, postin′ lean, poppin′ Xanax for clicks
Infatuated with designer, costume shop carolers
Bunch of crackheads and clowns, bunch of Boondocks characters
Damn, y'all not scarin′ us with your Internet loose lips
I been at the same festivals y'all don′t do shit

Now (pussy), you leave me no choice
I have to kill 'em all (kill ′em all)
Kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Kill ′em all (kill ′em all)
Kill 'em all (kill ′em all)

Now (yeah), you leave me no choice
I have to kill 'em all (kill ′em all)
Kill 'em all (kill ′em all)
Kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Kill ′em all (kill ′em all)

Man, I don't even like that it′s this easy to write
Whole songs and shit about this type of shit
Sometimes you just gotta get it off your chest though
I hope the fans understand that
Sometimes I really be tryna leave this shit, man
I miss my old shit sometimes
Fuck it

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