Reks - Kill Em lyrics

Yeah Murder he wrote I kill
Em kill em kill em
Murder he wrote I kill em kill em kill em
Murder he wrote I murder he wrote I
Kill em 'til they're dead

Got a murderous plot that I jotted
On my journal it is hot it's infernal
There is much I can learn you hip Hop
I'mma murder murder rap i'mma murder murder
Murder he wrote I kill em 'til they're dead

DEAD!

Off with these rappers' heads
Termanology dead, Skyzoo dead
Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my
Eyes see red
Why live let them die I kill em willing
Try feeling sympathetic for Blu
Like poor Blu, Poor you, cup of acid
Drink splashes think as if killing
Rappers is so fantastic
Statik hurry let's get this
Track mastered fast kid
Murder he wrote leaving they throat slashes
Mad sick, I fuckin hate dope rappers
If you ain't made it big I'm killin you
Ridicule anyone without whips and bitches
In they videos
Little Brother dead, Elzhi dead
Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my
Eyes see red
I is sick in the brain, RE cocaine kid
Had a talk with my
Conscience my conscience said
"Reks kill em kill em kill em"

Hello, Torae what's in your double barrel?
Please don't shoot first
I have to reload to blast you
Raps'll make me so unpopular
I wonder if Jean Grae will let
Me sit on top of her
Strangle life out of her live on my webcam
Hi, is this Def Jam? My name is Reks and
I've got some songs I
Really like to play for you amazing tunes
In em I'm talking about blazin dudes
JFK dead, Brother Ali dead
Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my
Eyes see red
I am so fed up with the underground rap shit
Here Statik help me put Poison
Pen in this casket
Krumbsnatcha don't be dramatic
I gotta light these matches
To burn your body into ashes
Excuse me Lil' Fame
How do I blast this murder
He wrote for the masses

Bye bye Jay Electronica see you
On the other side i'mma kill my own crew
Chi Knocks and Lucky Dice
Cali dead, John Hope dead
Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my
Eyes see red see I came up with this record
For rappers who neglected
Don't take it as hate
Cause they love it when you dead kid
Head is deranged, sick and insane
Gargle this bleach, target is me
Lower bullets and aim
Now you're all dead and Reks dead
Slaughterhouse talkin bout how my
Eyes see red i could swallow these pills
And sleep on the way to heaven
Make my child a bastard on the way to hell
I told you Papa didn't preach good lovin
So I learned to hate from a well
The industry we now know don't
Got room for creativity
Murder he wrote gon' make history

DEAD!