Jean Grae, Pharoahe Monch - Killin Em lyrics

Jean, always inappropriate
The socially inept, the stogie smoker
With a Boba Fett helmet on the red carpet
That I bought from Target
See you can do it too
I just take it the farthest screw you
I can make you take your brain apart
With garden tools a rake to start with, ho
Get out my lane for starters
I'm a rapist barber
I'll line 'em up and fuck
Their faces with this
Razor sharp wit, as sharp as 8 guitar picks
Fitted with lasers on 'em
I'm getting Asian on 'em do the math
Stations got Nathan on 'em, nothing
Playing, fucking cowards
You're due the wrath, I do devour
Rude for hours due to last, brutal bruiser
Shropshire Slasher fucking posers
I'm unglued and past help I'm know I'm
Self help books with no pages on stages
Felt this?
Cooked by Food Chain, it's amazing
Hey keep her
In your good graces cause I'mi'm uh

Killing everybody in sight

Finagle verbatim with anger
Based in hatred, for lazy rappers
Play me backwards, get no satan statements
The opposite of Jason Statham
Never crunk mechanic, nope
I'm drunk, my manics, slow
I never judge or panic
Panoramic flow, as wrong as NAMBLA on
Yo Gabba Gabba's show
When I'm in town the ambulances show
Word evangelist, diabolical vandalist
Infamous, Maya Angelou with
Marlon Brando shit
Cantankerous as kangaroos on angel dust
I'll kick your face in til your
Face is facing 8 of us i'm out of order, got
Restraining orders? Wait, your honor!
He made me do it, I'm a angel, check my face
I'm honest i make electric chair music
I dare you music it's fair to use it in
Scenarios wherever you is view it as killer
Not sedated or some euthanasia
When Jean is illing
Call your mama tell her that your days up
I'mi'm uh

Myers, Michael, Psycho lucky Number Slevin
6 million ways to die saw Seven
Leaving skeletons charred with
Dental records revealed post
Stab Kelloggs strangle General Mills
Gattaca, black magic more
Dramatic than Attica
Defrost your head and then smack the
Shit out of yah, then refreeze it call it the
First murder remix, kill 'em revive em I
Leave them alive paraplegic
I've never seen my reflection
Guess who you're about to interview
Make heads spin, literally, separate blood
Centrifuge generally accused of a mutant who
Kills sentinels eventually
For days of futures past intentionally
I'm in a clinic for sinners
Who reach there insanity pinnacle
Strangle instrumental interludes with
Chords umbilical step light, expedite
Left, right, ventricle from Queens to Flint
No finger print is identical I'm