[{"id":32831893,"name":"Killer","trackName":"Killer","artistName":"Eminem","albumName":"Eminem","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Killer\nYeah, it's crazy, I'm a (killer)\nMade all this money from doin' this\nD.A. got that dope\n\nNow count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\nTwenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\nThrow it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\nEarn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n\nThat's what I do with money, got money up the ass\nCall it toilet paper, yeah, flushed with cash\nGirl, nice butt, is it up for grabs?\nJust wanna touch your ass, is that too much to ask? Yeah\n\nI made it grip, I know it's tough to grasp, get the bag\nCall it potato chips, I stuff in duffel bags\nOn some public transportation shit, 'cause I will bust your ass\nFuck the chain, I'm off the trailer hitch, I got a bunch of swag\n\nNow count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\nTwenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\nThrow it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\nEarn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\nYeah, I'm a (killer)\n\nYeah, I'm a (what?), I'm a (what?), I'm a (killer)\nYeah, look, yeah\n\nMy income is all that and then some\nGirl, your man is nincompoop, a symptom\nOf a simp 'cause he'll spend some loot to get some\nAs for me, I'm like Kim Jong-Un, a pimp, son\n\nSwag dripping, I'm in a pub\nWent up to this chick, who was so tipsy, we went to hug\nEnded up tripping, I picked her up\nShe yelled out it's her birthday\nShe's fifty and in the club\n\nThen it comes on (yeah), that \"In da Club\" song (yeah)\nShe's a buzzsaw (what?), we goin' numbskull (uh)\nI live on the edge, she's a jump off (yeah)\nCall her Cinderella (why?), she loves balls (oh)\n\nNow count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\nTwenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\nThrow it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\nEarn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\nYeah, I'm a (killer)\n\nAttack like the Ripper\nAll over the track doin' laps like a stripper\nNow (now), now (now), we'll vow (vow) it out (out)\nRap circles around ('round), surround sound (Sound)\n\nJohn Rambo's back and my ammo stacked\nAnd I'm cocking raps, I'm on your head\nOther words, I'm stocking caps and I'm talking facts\nLike OfficeMax\n\nNever down, I'll be up like an insomniac\nGirl, I got racks you gotta rack\nHow you got all that back and no body fat\nI'm in awe with that\nWhen I stop the Pontiac at the laundry mat that I saw you at\nYou almost had a heart attack when you met Cardiac\nYou ran inside, told your boyfriend like, \"I'll be back\"\n\nBut for all you know I probably act like I'm Daniel Wozniak\nI'm a psycho-chopathic killer\nI'm a cap peeler, caterpillar\nWith the botanic of bananas you ain't never heard\nBetter vernacular comin' after your scapular\nFor the lack of a better word Dracula\n'Cause I'm attackin' a rapper in the phrenic nerve\n\nI'm a savage back, put the dagger in the back of competitors\nPredator and scavenger\nI am a carnivore and a baller, you're at the dollar store\nWhat the fuck you got a wallet for? Y'all are poor\nI was livin' in squalor but uh-uh, not no more\nNow I'm the one they holla for\nFuckin' shit up like a dinosaur in a China store\nBitch, I'm number five (what?), minus four (haha)\n\nNow count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\nTwenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\nThrow it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\nEarn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\nYeah, I'm a (killer)\n\nYeah, I'm a (what?), I'm a (what?), I'm a (killer)\nYeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] Killer\n[00:01.95] Yeah, it's crazy, I'm a (killer)\n[00:05.71] Made all this money from doin' this\n[00:08.27] D.A. got that dope\n[00:09.21] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\n[00:11.56] Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\n[00:14.28] Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n[00:16.39] Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n[00:18.87] That's what I do with money, got money up the ass\n[00:21.20] Call it toilet paper, yeah, flushed with cash\n[00:23.63] Girl, nice butt, is it up for grabs?\n[00:26.11] Just wanna touch your ass, is that too much to ask? Yeah\n[00:29.11] I made it grip, I know it's tough to grasp, get the bag\n[00:31.18] Call it potato chips, I stuff in duffel bags\n[00:33.20] On some public transportation shit, 'cause I will bust your ass\n[00:35.75] Fuck the chain, I'm off the trailer hitch, I got a bunch of swag\n[00:38.16] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\n[00:40.95] Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\n[00:43.15] Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n[00:45.48] Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n[00:47.92] Yeah, I'm a (killer)\n[00:50.92] Yeah, I'm a (what?), I'm a (what?), I'm a (killer)\n[00:54.02] \n[00:56.63] Yeah, look, yeah\n[00:58.38] My income is all that and then some\n[01:00.53] Girl, your man is nincompoop, a symptom\n[01:02.80] Of a simp 'cause he'll spend some loot to get some\n[01:05.42] As for me, I'm like Kim Jong-Un, a pimp, son\n[01:08.53] Swag dripping, I'm in a pub\n[01:10.18] Went up to this chick, who was so tipsy, we went to hug\n[01:12.57] Ended up tripping, I picked her up\n[01:14.35] She yelled out it's her birthday\n[01:15.99] She's fifty and in the club\n[01:17.43] Then it comes on (yeah), that \"In da Club\" song (yeah)\n[01:19.78] She's a buzzsaw (what?), we goin' numbskull (uh)\n[01:22.26] I live on the edge, she's a jump off (yeah)\n[01:24.25] Call her Cinderella (why?), she loves balls (oh)\n[01:26.73] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\n[01:29.25] Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\n[01:31.64] Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n[01:33.90] Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n[01:36.46] Yeah, I'm a (killer)\n[01:37.57] Attack like the Ripper\n[01:38.91] All over the track doin' laps like a stripper\n[01:41.08] Now (now), now (now), we'll vow (vow) it out (out)\n[01:44.25] Rap circles around ('round), surround sound (Sound)\n[01:47.01] John Rambo's back and my ammo stacked\n[01:49.63] And I'm cocking raps, I'm on your head\n[01:51.61] Other words, I'm stocking caps and I'm talking facts\n[01:54.37] Like OfficeMax\n[01:55.79] Never down, I'll be up like an insomniac\n[01:57.49] Girl, I got racks you gotta rack\n[01:58.59] How you got all that back and no body fat\n[02:00.32] I'm in awe with that\n[02:01.13] When I stop the Pontiac at the laundry mat that I saw you at\n[02:03.38] You almost had a heart attack when you met Cardiac\n[02:05.55] You ran inside, told your boyfriend like, \"I'll be back\"\n[02:07.44] But for all you know I probably act like I'm Daniel Wozniak\n[02:09.80] I'm a psycho-chopathic killer\n[02:11.49] I'm a cap peeler, caterpillar\n[02:12.62] With the botanic of bananas you ain't never heard\n[02:14.19] Better vernacular comin' after your scapular\n[02:15.95] For the lack of a better word Dracula\n[02:17.63] 'Cause I'm attackin' a rapper in the phrenic nerve\n[02:19.51] I'm a savage back, put the dagger in the back of competitors\n[02:21.82] Predator and scavenger\n[02:23.09] I am a carnivore and a baller, you're at the dollar store\n[02:25.37] What the fuck you got a wallet for? Y'all are poor\n[02:27.15] I was livin' in squalor but uh-uh, not no more\n[02:29.04] Now I'm the one they holla for\n[02:30.11] Fuckin' shit up like a dinosaur in a China store\n[02:32.05] Bitch, I'm number five (what?), minus four (haha)\n[02:34.70] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\n[02:37.18] Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\n[02:39.46] Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n[02:41.88] Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n[02:44.14] Yeah, I'm a (killer)\n[02:47.68] Yeah, I'm a (what?), I'm a (what?), I'm a (killer)\n[02:50.20] \n[02:52.82] Yeah\n[02:53.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killer\n  artist: Eminem\n  album: Eminem\n  duration_ms: 237000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Killer\n  start_ms: 0\n  end_ms: 1950\n- text: Yeah, it's crazy, I'm a (killer)\n  start_ms: 1950\n  end_ms: 5710\n- text: Made all this money from doin' this\n  start_ms: 5710\n  end_ms: 8270\n- text: D.A. got that dope\n  start_ms: 8270\n  end_ms: 9210\n- text: Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\n  start_ms: 9210\n  end_ms: 11560\n- text: Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\n  start_ms: 11560\n  end_ms: 14280\n- text: Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n  start_ms: 14280\n  end_ms: 16390\n- text: Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n  start_ms: 16390\n  end_ms: 18870\n- text: That's what I do with money, got money up the ass\n  start_ms: 18870\n  end_ms: 21200\n- text: Call it toilet paper, yeah, flushed with cash\n  start_ms: 21200\n  end_ms: 23630\n- text: Girl, nice butt, is it up for grabs?\n  start_ms: 23630\n  end_ms: 26110\n- text: Just wanna touch your ass, is that too much to ask? 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Yeah\n\n  I made it grip, I know it's tough to grasp, get the bag\n  Call it potato chips, I stuff in duffel bags\n  On some public transportation shit, 'cause I will bust your ass\n  Fuck the chain, I'm off the trailer hitch, I got a bunch of swag\n\n  Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\n  Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\n  Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n  Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n  Yeah, I'm a (killer)\n\n  Yeah, I'm a (what?), I'm a (what?), I'm a (killer)\n  Yeah, look, yeah\n\n  My income is all that and then some\n  Girl, your man is nincompoop, a symptom\n  Of a simp 'cause he'll spend some loot to get some\n  As for me, I'm like Kim Jong-Un, a pimp, son\n\n  Swag dripping, I'm in a pub\n  Went up to this chick, who was so tipsy, we went to hug\n  Ended up tripping, I picked her up\n  She yelled out it's her birthday\n  She's fifty and in the club\n\n  Then it comes on (yeah), that \"In da Club\" song (yeah)\n  She's a buzzsaw (what?), we goin' numbskull (uh)\n  I live on the edge, she's a jump off (yeah)\n  Call her Cinderella (why?), she loves balls (oh)\n\n  Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\n  Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\n  Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n  Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n  Yeah, I'm a (killer)\n\n  Attack like the Ripper\n  All over the track doin' laps like a stripper\n  Now (now), now (now), we'll vow (vow) it out (out)\n  Rap circles around ('round), surround sound (Sound)\n\n  John Rambo's back and my ammo stacked\n  And I'm cocking raps, I'm on your head\n  Other words, I'm stocking caps and I'm talking facts\n  Like OfficeMax\n\n  Never down, I'll be up like an insomniac\n  Girl, I got racks you gotta rack\n  How you got all that back and no body fat\n  I'm in awe with that\n  When I stop the Pontiac at the laundry mat that I saw you at\n  You almost had a heart attack when you met Cardiac\n  You ran inside, told your boyfriend like, \"I'll be back\"\n\n  But for all you know I probably act like I'm Daniel Wozniak\n  I'm a psycho-chopathic killer\n  I'm a cap peeler, caterpillar\n  With the botanic of bananas you ain't never heard\n  Better vernacular comin' after your scapular\n  For the lack of a better word Dracula\n  'Cause I'm attackin' a rapper in the phrenic nerve\n\n  I'm a savage back, put the dagger in the back of competitors\n  Predator and scavenger\n  I am a carnivore and a baller, you're at the dollar store\n  What the fuck you got a wallet for? 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Y'all are poor\n[02:27.15] I was livin' in squalor but uh-uh, not no more\n[02:29.04] Now I'm the one they holla for\n[02:30.11] Fuckin' shit up like a dinosaur in a China store\n[02:32.05] Bitch, I'm number five (what?), minus four (haha)\n[02:34.70] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\n[02:37.18] Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\n[02:39.46] Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n[02:41.88] Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n[02:44.14] Yeah, I'm a (killer)\n[02:47.68] Yeah, I'm a (what?), I'm a (what?), I'm a (killer)\n[02:50.20] \n[02:52.82] Yeah\n[02:53.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killer\n  artist: Eminem\n  album: Killer\n  duration_ms: 236000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Killer\n  start_ms: 0\n  end_ms: 1950\n- text: Yeah, it's crazy, I'm a (killer)\n  start_ms: 1950\n  end_ms: 5710\n- text: Made all this money from doin' this\n  start_ms: 5710\n  end_ms: 8270\n- text: D.A. got that dope\n  start_ms: 8270\n  end_ms: 9210\n- text: Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\n  start_ms: 9210\n  end_ms: 11560\n- text: Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\n  start_ms: 11560\n  end_ms: 14280\n- text: Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n  start_ms: 14280\n  end_ms: 16390\n- text: Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n  start_ms: 16390\n  end_ms: 18870\n- text: That's what I do with money, got money up the ass\n  start_ms: 18870\n  end_ms: 21200\n- text: Call it toilet paper, yeah, flushed with cash\n  start_ms: 21200\n  end_ms: 23630\n- text: Girl, nice butt, is it up for grabs?\n  start_ms: 23630\n  end_ms: 26110\n- text: Just wanna touch your ass, is that too much to ask? 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Yeah\n\nI made it grip, I know it's tough to grasp, get the bag\nCall it potato chips, I stuff in duffel bags\nOn some public transportation shit, 'cause I will bust your ass\nFuck the chain, I'm off the trailer hitch, I got a bunch of swag\n\nNow count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\nTwenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\nThrow it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\nEarn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\nYeah, I'm a (killer)\n\nYeah, I'm a (what?), I'm a (what?), I'm a (killer)\nYeah, look, yeah\n\nMy income is all that and then some\nGirl, your man is nincompoop, a symptom\nOf a simp 'cause he'll spend some loot to get some\nAs for me, I'm like Kim Jong-Un, a pimp, son\n\nSwag dripping, I'm in a pub\nWent up to this chick, who was so tipsy, we went to hug\nEnded up tripping, I picked her up\nShe yelled out it's her birthday\nShe's fifty and in the club\n\nThen it comes on (yeah), that \"In da Club\" song (yeah)\nShe's a buzzsaw (what?), we goin' numbskull (uh)\nI live on the edge, she's a jump off (yeah)\nCall her Cinderella (why?), she loves balls (oh)\n\nNow count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\nTwenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\nThrow it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\nEarn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\nYeah, I'm a (killer)\n\nAttack like the Ripper\nAll over the track doin' laps like a stripper\nNow (now), now (now), we'll vow (vow) it out (out)\nRap circles around ('round), surround sound (Sound)\n\nJohn Rambo's back and my ammo stacked\nAnd I'm cocking raps, I'm on your head\nOther words, I'm stocking caps and I'm talking facts\nLike OfficeMax\n\nNever down, I'll be up like an insomniac\nGirl, I got racks you gotta rack\nHow you got all that back and no body fat\nI'm in awe with that\nWhen I stop the Pontiac at the laundry mat that I saw you at\nYou almost had a heart attack when you met Cardiac\nYou ran inside, told your boyfriend like, \"I'll be back\"\n\nBut for all you know I probably act like I'm Daniel Wozniak\nI'm a psycho-chopathic killer\nI'm a cap peeler, caterpillar\nWith the botanic of bananas you ain't never heard\nBetter vernacular comin' after your scapular\nFor the lack of a better word Dracula\n'Cause I'm attackin' a rapper in the phrenic nerve\n\nI'm a savage back, put the dagger in the back of competitors\nPredator and scavenger\nI am a carnivore and a baller, you're at the dollar store\nWhat the fuck you got a wallet for? 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I'm frivolous\n  But I'm as gritty and litty as my city is\n  East side 'til I die, bitch, I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon\n\n  Got a killer instinct with the pen's ink and they're in sync like a faucet\n  How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit?\n  I'm a quarter of a century deep but I can't be beat (nah)\n  'Til the day me and the grim reap meet\n  I'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep (what?)\n  Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep\n  She said she fucks with the M-T-B to the M-B: Side B Slim CD\n  I can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat\n  So this shit comes with a warning for all you punks and corny\n  Little fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning\n\n  Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\n  Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\n  Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n  Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n\n  Yeah, I'm a (killer)\n  Yeah, I'm a what? 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'cause your shit is so ass (yeah)\n\nSyllable gun-guns, spits and goes \"Hadoo\"\nOnly L that I ever took is when I lost Proof (yeah)\nOnly time that I ever got served is that lawsuit when Ma sued (what?)\nBut, bitch, get out of pocket and I might accost you\nHomicides up the wazoo\nChain gaudy, probably got more bodi-odi-odies than John do (John do)\nJust called Snoop and I talked to him, we all cool\nDre, me and the Dogg good, Doc, we got you\n\nGot a castle with a solid gold floor\nNo, I don't, I don't even got a boat nor\nDo I got a chauffeur, but a lot to show for\nYou don't wanna fuck around and start no war\n20 more years, I could probably go for\nJust like your lip and you got a cold sore\nMy shit is like motherfuckin' herpes\nYou ain't ever gonna say I don't got it no more (bitch)\n\nLiterally it's stupidity, you kiddin' me?\nDying laughing is the only way you're killing me\nI'm getting rid of ya, get clapped like chlamydia\nThe wittiest, bitch, I'll snap like a tibia\nYou wanna get silly with the bars? I'm frivolous\nBut I'm as gritty and litty as my city is\nEast side 'til I die, bitch, I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon\n\nGot a killer instinct with the pen's ink and they're in sync like a faucet\nHow the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit?\nI'm a quarter of a century deep but I can't be beat (nah)\n'Til the day me and the grim reap meet\nI'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep (what?)\nWindows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep\nShe said she fucks with the M-T-B to the M-B: Side B Slim CD\nI can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat\nSo this shit comes with a warning for all you punks and corny\nLittle fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning\n\nNow count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\nTwenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\nThrow it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\nEarn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n\nYeah, I'm a (killer)\nYeah, I'm a what? 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I'm frivolous\n[03:10.48] But I'm as gritty and litty as my city is\n[03:11.87] East side 'til I die, bitch, I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon\n[03:13.82] Got a killer instinct with the pen's ink and they're in sync like a faucet\n[03:15.93] How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit?\n[03:17.32] I'm a quarter of a century deep but I can't be beat (nah)\n[03:18.91] 'Til the day me and the grim reap meet\n[03:20.09] I'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep (what?)\n[03:21.31] Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep\n[03:23.63] She said she fucks with the M-T-B to the M-B: Side B Slim CD\n[03:26.27] I can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat\n[03:28.55] So this shit comes with a warning for all you punks and corny\n[03:31.12] Little fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning\n[03:32.82] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\n[03:35.68] Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\n[03:37.89] Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n[03:40.30] Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n[03:42.83] Yeah, I'm a (killer)\n[03:46.06] Yeah, I'm a what? 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I'm frivolous\n  But I'm as gritty and litty as my city is\n  East side 'til I die, bitch, I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon\n\n  Got a killer instinct with the pen's ink and they're in sync like a faucet\n  How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit?\n  I'm a quarter of a century deep but I can't be beat (nah)\n  'Til the day me and the grim reap meet\n  I'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep (what?)\n  Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep\n  She said she fucks with the M-T-B to the M-B: Side B Slim CD\n  I can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat\n  So this shit comes with a warning for all you punks and corny\n  Little fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning\n\n  Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\n  Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\n  Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n  Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n\n  Yeah, I'm a (killer)\n  Yeah, I'm a what? 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Yeah\n[00:29.11] I made it grip, I know it's tough to grasp, get the bag\n[00:31.18] Call it potato chips, I stuff in duffel bags\n[00:33.20] On some public transportation shit, 'cause I will bust your ass\n[00:35.75] Fuck the chain, I'm off the trailer hitch, I got a bunch of swag\n[00:38.16] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\n[00:40.95] Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\n[00:43.15] Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n[00:45.48] Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n[00:47.92] Yeah, I'm a (killer)\n[00:50.92] Yeah, I'm a (what?), I'm a (what?), I'm a (killer)\n[00:54.02] \n[00:56.63] Yeah, look, yeah\n[00:58.38] My income is all that and then some\n[01:00.53] Girl, your man is nincompoop, a symptom\n[01:02.80] Of a simp 'cause he'll spend some loot to get some\n[01:05.42] As for me, I'm like Kim Jong-Un, a pimp, son\n[01:08.53] Swag dripping, I'm in a pub\n[01:10.18] Went up to this chick, who was so tipsy, we went to hug\n[01:12.57] Ended up tripping, I picked her up\n[01:14.35] She yelled out it's her birthday\n[01:15.99] She's fifty and in the club\n[01:17.43] Then it comes on (yeah), that \"In da Club\" song (yeah)\n[01:19.78] She's a buzzsaw (what?), we goin' numbskull (uh)\n[01:22.26] I live on the edge, she's a jump off (yeah)\n[01:24.25] Call her Cinderella (why?), she loves balls (oh)\n[01:26.73] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\n[01:29.25] Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\n[01:31.64] Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n[01:33.90] Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n[01:36.46] Yeah, I'm a (killer)\n[01:37.57] Attack like the Ripper\n[01:38.91] All over the track doin' laps like a stripper\n[01:41.08] Now (now), now (now), we'll vow (vow) it out (out)\n[01:44.25] Rap circles around ('round), surround sound (Sound)\n[01:47.01] John Rambo's back and my ammo stacked\n[01:49.63] And I'm cocking raps, I'm on your head\n[01:51.61] Other words, I'm stocking caps and I'm talking facts\n[01:54.37] Like OfficeMax\n[01:55.79] Never down, I'll be up like an insomniac\n[01:57.49] Girl, I got racks you gotta rack\n[01:58.59] How you got all that back and no body fat\n[02:00.32] I'm in awe with that\n[02:01.13] When I stop the Pontiac at the laundry mat that I saw you at\n[02:03.38] You almost had a heart attack when you met Cardiac\n[02:05.55] You ran inside, told your boyfriend like, \"I'll be back\"\n[02:07.44] But for all you know I probably act like I'm Daniel Wozniak\n[02:09.80] I'm a psycho-chopathic killer\n[02:11.49] I'm a cap peeler, caterpillar\n[02:12.62] With the botanic of bananas you ain't never heard\n[02:14.19] Better vernacular comin' after your scapular\n[02:15.95] For the lack of a better word Dracula\n[02:17.63] 'Cause I'm attackin' a rapper in the phrenic nerve\n[02:19.51] I'm a savage back, put the dagger in the back of competitors\n[02:21.82] Predator and scavenger\n[02:23.09] I am a carnivore and a baller, you're at the dollar store\n[02:25.37] What the fuck you got a wallet for? Y'all are poor\n[02:27.15] I was livin' in squalor but uh-uh, not no more\n[02:29.04] Now I'm the one they holla for\n[02:30.11] Fuckin' shit up like a dinosaur in a China store\n[02:32.05] Bitch, I'm number five (what?), minus four (haha)\n[02:34.70] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\n[02:37.18] Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\n[02:39.46] Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n[02:41.88] Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n[02:44.14] Yeah, I'm a (killer)\n[02:47.68] Yeah, I'm a (what?), I'm a (what?), I'm a (killer)\n[02:50.20] \n[02:52.82] Yeah\n[02:53.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Killer\n  artist: Eminem\n  album: Killer (Remix) [Explicit]\n  duration_ms: 237000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Killer\n  start_ms: 0\n  end_ms: 1950\n- text: Yeah, it's crazy, I'm a (killer)\n  start_ms: 1950\n  end_ms: 5710\n- text: Made all this money from doin' this\n  start_ms: 5710\n  end_ms: 8270\n- text: D.A. got that dope\n  start_ms: 8270\n  end_ms: 9210\n- text: Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\n  start_ms: 9210\n  end_ms: 11560\n- text: Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\n  start_ms: 11560\n  end_ms: 14280\n- text: Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n  start_ms: 14280\n  end_ms: 16390\n- text: Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n  start_ms: 16390\n  end_ms: 18870\n- text: That's what I do with money, got money up the ass\n  start_ms: 18870\n  end_ms: 21200\n- text: Call it toilet paper, yeah, flushed with cash\n  start_ms: 21200\n  end_ms: 23630\n- text: Girl, nice butt, is it up for grabs?\n  start_ms: 23630\n  end_ms: 26110\n- text: Just wanna touch your ass, is that too much to ask? 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'cause your shit is so ass (yeah)\n\nSyllable gun-guns, spits and goes \"Hadoo\"\nOnly L that I ever took is when I lost Proof (yeah)\nOnly time that I ever got served is that lawsuit when Ma sued (what?)\nBut, bitch, get out of pocket and I might accost you\nHomicides up the wazoo\nChain gaudy, probably got more bodi-odi-odies than John do (John do)\nJust called Snoop and I talked to him, we all cool\nDre, me and the Dogg good, Doc, we got you\n\nGot a castle with a solid gold floor\nNo, I don't, I don't even got a boat nor\nDo I got a chauffeur, but a lot to show for\nYou don't wanna fuck around and start no war\n20 more years, I could probably go for\nJust like your lip and you got a cold sore\nMy shit is like motherfuckin' herpes\nYou ain't ever gonna say I don't got it no more (bitch)\n\nLiterally it's stupidity, you kiddin' me?\nDying laughing is the only way you're killing me\nI'm getting rid of ya, get clapped like chlamydia\nThe wittiest, bitch, I'll snap like a tibia\nYou wanna get silly with the bars? I'm frivolous\nBut I'm as gritty and litty as my city is\nEast side 'til I die, bitch, I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon\n\nGot a killer instinct with the pen's ink and they're in sync like a faucet\nHow the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit?\nI'm a quarter of a century deep but I can't be beat (nah)\n'Til the day me and the grim reap meet\nI'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep (what?)\nWindows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep\nShe said she fucks with the M-T-B to the M-B: Side B Slim CD\nI can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat\nSo this shit comes with a warning for all you punks and corny\nLittle fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning\n\nNow count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\nTwenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\nThrow it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\nEarn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n\nYeah, I'm a (killer)\nYeah, I'm a what? 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I'm frivolous\n[03:10.48] But I'm as gritty and litty as my city is\n[03:11.87] East side 'til I die, bitch, I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon\n[03:13.82] Got a killer instinct with the pen's ink and they're in sync like a faucet\n[03:15.93] How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit?\n[03:17.32] I'm a quarter of a century deep but I can't be beat (nah)\n[03:18.91] 'Til the day me and the grim reap meet\n[03:20.09] I'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep (what?)\n[03:21.31] Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep\n[03:23.63] She said she fucks with the M-T-B to the M-B: Side B Slim CD\n[03:26.27] I can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat\n[03:28.55] So this shit comes with a warning for all you punks and corny\n[03:31.12] Little fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning\n[03:32.82] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\n[03:35.68] Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\n[03:37.89] Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n[03:40.30] Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n[03:42.83] Yeah, I'm a (killer)\n[03:46.06] Yeah, I'm a what? 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I'm frivolous\n[03:10.48] But I'm as gritty and litty as my city is\n[03:11.87] East side 'til I die, bitch, I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon\n[03:13.82] Got a killer instinct with the pen's ink and they're in sync like a faucet\n[03:15.93] How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit?\n[03:17.32] I'm a quarter of a century deep but I can't be beat (nah)\n[03:18.91] 'Til the day me and the grim reap meet\n[03:20.09] I'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep (what?)\n[03:21.31] Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep\n[03:23.63] She said she fucks with the M-T-B to the M-B: Side B Slim CD\n[03:26.27] I can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat\n[03:28.55] So this shit comes with a warning for all you punks and corny\n[03:31.12] Little fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning\n[03:32.82] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\n[03:35.68] Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\n[03:37.89] Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n[03:40.30] Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n[03:42.83] Yeah, I'm a (killer)\n[03:46.06] Yeah, I'm a what? 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'cause your shit is so ass (yeah)\n\nSyllable gun-guns, spits and goes \"Hadoo\"\nOnly L that I ever took is when I lost Proof (yeah)\nOnly time that I ever got served is that lawsuit when Ma sued (what?)\nBut, bitch, get out of pocket and I might accost you\nHomicides up the wazoo\nChain gaudy, probably got more bodi-odi-odies than John do (John do)\nJust called Snoop and I talked to him, we all cool\nDre, me and the Dogg good, Doc, we got you\n\nGot a castle with a solid gold floor\nNo, I don't, I don't even got a boat nor\nDo I got a chauffeur, but a lot to show for\nYou don't wanna fuck around and start no war\n20 more years, I could probably go for\nJust like your lip and you got a cold sore\nMy shit is like motherfuckin' herpes\nYou ain't ever gonna say I don't got it no more (bitch)\n\nLiterally it's stupidity, you kiddin' me?\nDying laughing is the only way you're killing me\nI'm getting rid of ya, get clapped like chlamydia\nThe wittiest, bitch, I'll snap like a tibia\nYou wanna get silly with the bars? 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I'm frivolous\n[03:10.42] But I'm as gritty and litty as my city is\n[03:11.83] East side 'til I die, bitch, I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon\n[03:13.81] Got a killer instinct with the pen's ink and they're in sync like a faucet\n[03:15.94] How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit?\n[03:17.38] I'm a quarter of a century deep but I can't be beat (nah)\n[03:18.90] 'Til the day me and the grim reap meet\n[03:20.08] I'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep (what?)\n[03:21.38] Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep\n[03:23.65] She said she fucks with the M-T-B to the M-B: Side B Slim CD\n[03:26.24] I can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat\n[03:28.59] So this shit comes with a warning for all you punks and corny\n[03:31.14] Little fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning\n[03:32.81] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\n[03:35.69] Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\n[03:37.85] Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n[03:40.32] Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n[03:42.82] Yeah, I'm a (killer)\n[03:46.04] Yeah, I'm a what? 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'cause your shit is so ass (yeah)\n\nSyllable gun-guns, spits and goes \"Hadoo\"\nOnly L that I ever took is when I lost Proof (yeah)\nOnly time that I ever got served is that lawsuit when Ma sued (what?)\nBut, bitch, get out of pocket and I might accost you\nHomicides up the wazoo\nChain gaudy, probably got more bodi-odi-odies than John do (John do)\nJust called Snoop and I talked to him, we all cool\nDre, me and the Dogg good, Doc, we got you\n\nGot a castle with a solid gold floor\nNo, I don't, I don't even got a boat nor\nDo I got a chauffeur, but a lot to show for\nYou don't wanna fuck around and start no war\n20 more years, I could probably go for\nJust like your lip and you got a cold sore\nMy shit is like motherfuckin' herpes\nYou ain't ever gonna say I don't got it no more (bitch)\n\nLiterally it's stupidity, you kiddin' me?\nDying laughing is the only way you're killing me\nI'm getting rid of ya, get clapped like chlamydia\nThe wittiest, bitch, I'll snap like a tibia\nYou wanna get silly with the bars? 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'cause your shit is so ass (yeah)\n[02:35.03] Syllable gun-guns, spits and goes \"Hadoo\"\n[02:36.98] Only L that I ever took is when I lost Proof (yeah)\n[02:39.66] Only time that I ever got served is that lawsuit when Ma sued (what?)\n[02:42.83] But, bitch, get out of pocket and I might accost you\n[02:45.37] Homicides up the wazoo\n[02:46.97] Chain gaudy, probably got more bodi-odi-odies than John do (John do)\n[02:49.65] Just called Snoop and I talked to him, we all cool\n[02:52.56] Dre, me and the Dogg good, Doc, we got you\n[02:54.76] Got a castle with a solid gold floor\n[02:55.85] No, I don't, I don't even got a boat nor\n[02:57.26] Do I got a chauffeur, but a lot to show for\n[02:58.22] You don't wanna fuck around and start no war\n[02:59.69] 20 more years, I could probably go for\n[03:00.83] Just like your lip and you got a cold sore\n[03:02.15] My shit is like motherfuckin' herpes\n[03:03.14] You ain't ever gonna say I don't got it no more (bitch)\n[03:04.48] Literally it's stupidity, you kiddin' me?\n[03:05.53] Dying laughing is the only way you're killing me\n[03:06.92] I'm getting rid of ya, get clapped like chlamydia\n[03:07.94] The wittiest, bitch, I'll snap like a tibia\n[03:09.20] You wanna get silly with the bars? I'm frivolous\n[03:10.48] But I'm as gritty and litty as my city is\n[03:11.87] East side 'til I die, bitch, I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon\n[03:13.82] Got a killer instinct with the pen's ink and they're in sync like a faucet\n[03:15.93] How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit?\n[03:17.32] I'm a quarter of a century deep but I can't be beat (nah)\n[03:18.91] 'Til the day me and the grim reap meet\n[03:20.09] I'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep (what?)\n[03:21.31] Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep\n[03:23.63] She said she fucks with the M-T-B to the M-B: Side B Slim CD\n[03:26.27] I can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat\n[03:28.55] So this shit comes with a warning for all you punks and corny\n[03:31.12] Little fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning\n[03:32.82] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\n[03:35.68] Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\n[03:37.89] Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n[03:40.30] Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n[03:42.83] Yeah, I'm a (killer)\n[03:46.06] Yeah, I'm a what? 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I'm frivolous\n[03:10.42] But I'm as gritty and litty as my city is\n[03:11.83] East side 'til I die, bitch, I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon\n[03:13.81] Got a killer instinct with the pen's ink and they're in sync like a faucet\n[03:15.94] How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit?\n[03:17.38] I'm a quarter of a century deep but I can't be beat (nah)\n[03:18.90] 'Til the day me and the grim reap meet\n[03:20.08] I'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep (what?)\n[03:21.38] Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep\n[03:23.65] She said she fucks with the M-T-B to the M-B: Side B Slim CD\n[03:26.24] I can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat\n[03:28.59] So this shit comes with a warning for all you punks and corny\n[03:31.14] Little fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning\n[03:32.81] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\n[03:35.69] Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\n[03:37.85] Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n[03:40.32] Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n[03:42.82] Yeah, I'm a (killer)\n[03:46.04] Yeah, I'm a what? 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'cause your shit is so ass (yeah)\n\nSyllable gun-guns, spits and goes \"Hadoo\"\nOnly L that I ever took is when I lost Proof (yeah)\nOnly time that I ever got served is that lawsuit when Ma sued (what?)\nBut, bitch, get out of pocket and I might accost you\nHomicides up the wazoo\nChain gaudy, probably got more bodi-odi-odies than John do (John do)\nJust called Snoop and I talked to him, we all cool\nDre, me and the Dogg good, Doc, we got you\n\nGot a castle with a solid gold floor\nNo, I don't, I don't even got a boat nor\nDo I got a chauffeur, but a lot to show for\nYou don't wanna fuck around and start no war\n20 more years, I could probably go for\nJust like your lip and you got a cold sore\nMy shit is like motherfuckin' herpes\nYou ain't ever gonna say I don't got it no more (bitch)\n\nLiterally it's stupidity, you kiddin' me?\nDying laughing is the only way you're killing me\nI'm getting rid of ya, get clapped like chlamydia\nThe wittiest, bitch, I'll snap like a tibia\nYou wanna get silly with the bars? I'm frivolous\nBut I'm as gritty and litty as my city is\nEast side 'til I die, bitch, I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon\n\nGot a killer instinct with the pen's ink and they're in sync like a faucet\nHow the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit?\nI'm a quarter of a century deep but I can't be beat (nah)\n'Til the day me and the grim reap meet\nI'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep (what?)\nWindows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep\nShe said she fucks with the M-T-B to the M-B: Side B Slim CD\nI can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat\nSo this shit comes with a warning for all you punks and corny\nLittle fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning\n\nNow count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\nTwenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\nThrow it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\nEarn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n\nYeah, I'm a (killer)\nYeah, I'm a what? 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'cause your shit is so ass (yeah)\n[02:35.01] Syllable gun-guns, spits and goes \"Hadoo\"\n[02:36.98] Only L that I ever took is when I lost Proof (yeah)\n[02:39.68] Only time that I ever got served is that lawsuit when Ma sued (what?)\n[02:42.89] But, bitch, get out of pocket and I might accost you\n[02:45.31] Homicides up the wazoo\n[02:46.90] Chain gaudy, probably got more bodi-odi-odies than John do (John do)\n[02:49.62] Just called Snoop and I talked to him, we all cool\n[02:52.59] Dre, me and the Dogg good, Doc, we got you\n[02:54.76] Got a castle with a solid gold floor\n[02:55.82] No, I don't, I don't even got a boat nor\n[02:57.23] Do I got a chauffeur, but a lot to show for\n[02:58.25] You don't wanna fuck around and start no war\n[02:59.60] 20 more years, I could probably go for\n[03:00.81] Just like your lip and you got a cold sore\n[03:02.14] My shit is like motherfuckin' herpes\n[03:03.10] You ain't ever gonna say I don't got it no more (bitch)\n[03:04.44] Literally it's stupidity, you kiddin' me?\n[03:05.52] Dying laughing is the only way you're killing me\n[03:06.97] I'm getting rid of ya, get clapped like chlamydia\n[03:07.91] The wittiest, bitch, I'll snap like a tibia\n[03:09.23] You wanna get silly with the bars? I'm frivolous\n[03:10.42] But I'm as gritty and litty as my city is\n[03:11.83] East side 'til I die, bitch, I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon\n[03:13.81] Got a killer instinct with the pen's ink and they're in sync like a faucet\n[03:15.94] How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit?\n[03:17.38] I'm a quarter of a century deep but I can't be beat (nah)\n[03:18.90] 'Til the day me and the grim reap meet\n[03:20.08] I'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep (what?)\n[03:21.38] Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep\n[03:23.65] She said she fucks with the M-T-B to the M-B: Side B Slim CD\n[03:26.24] I can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat\n[03:28.59] So this shit comes with a warning for all you punks and corny\n[03:31.14] Little fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning\n[03:32.81] Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty\n[03:35.69] Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money\n[03:37.85] Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n[03:40.32] Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n[03:42.82] Yeah, I'm a (killer)\n[03:46.04] Yeah, I'm a what? 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these writtens, this shit only propel my ascension\n  start_ms: 74910\n  end_ms: 77370\n- text: I held my position in any situation that's needed\n  start_ms: 77370\n  end_ms: 79990\n- text: This year, I'm shittin' on niggas for the way we was treated\n  start_ms: 79990\n  end_ms: 82390\n- text: I see the impact of all my creations increasin'\n  start_ms: 82390\n  end_ms: 84690\n- text: My step in time with these Pantheons, it was all was divine\n  start_ms: 84690\n  end_ms: 87320\n- text: I'm in this moment of my life where shit is fallin' in line\n  start_ms: 87320\n  end_ms: 89730\n- text: Lookin' back, I swear to God, you'd think it all was designed\n  start_ms: 89730\n  end_ms: 92180\n- text: A true movie script, I can't really ever fuck no groupie bitch\n  start_ms: 92180\n  end_ms: 94850\n- text: All she got is diamonds on her mind on some Uzi shit\n  start_ms: 94850\n  end_ms: 97140\n- text: A whole generation of geniuses I'm influencin'\n  start_ms: 97140\n  end_ms: 99500\n- 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punish, then put you in a box like a juror\n  start_ms: 123450\n  end_ms: 126440\n- text: If there's a rapper I haven't ate (where?)\n  start_ms: 126440\n  end_ms: 128110\n- text: We ain't battled, either that or they won't collaborate\n  start_ms: 128110\n  end_ms: 130550\n- text: '''Cause pad or paper freestyle will settle that debate (yup)'\n  start_ms: 130550\n  end_ms: 132710\n- text: I call it guillotine style 'cause even off the head, I decapitate\n  start_ms: 132710\n  end_ms: 136380\n- text: Yeah, bitch, I go harder than Carter III (what?)\n  start_ms: 136380\n  end_ms: 138360\n- text: But I think your thottie just thought of me\n  start_ms: 138360\n  end_ms: 139380\n- text: She got a body and bottom like Cardi B\n  start_ms: 139380\n  end_ms: 140640\n- text: And she be stalking me like I was broccoli\n  start_ms: 140640\n  end_ms: 141780\n- text: I'm getting brain now like a lobotomy\n  start_ms: 141780\n  end_ms: 143220\n- text: You probably thinkin' you had that shit in the bag like it's colostomy\n  start_ms: 143220\n  end_ms: 145460\n- text: It's a red alert, you better skrrt or try to get on my level first\n  start_ms: 145460\n  end_ms: 148160\n- text: Bitch, I'd had to shovel dirt and dig a hole to get on yours\n  start_ms: 148160\n  end_ms: 150310\n- text: You bum-bum, look at your broke ass (yeah)\n  start_ms: 150310\n  end_ms: 152650\n- text: It's why you're a bum-bum (why?) 'Cause your shit is so ass (yeah)\n  start_ms: 152650\n  end_ms: 154960\n- text: Syllable gun-guns, spits and goes \"Hadoo\"\n  start_ms: 154960\n  end_ms: 157130\n- text: Only L that I ever took is when I lost Proof (yeah)\n  start_ms: 157130\n  end_ms: 159680\n- text: Only time that I ever got served is that lawsuit when Ma sued (what?)\n  start_ms: 159680\n  end_ms: 162840\n- text: But, bitch, get out of pocket and I might accost you\n  start_ms: 162840\n  end_ms: 165490\n- text: Homicides up the wazoo\n  start_ms: 165490\n  end_ms: 166920\n- text: Chain gaudy, probably got more bodi-odi-odies than John do (John do)\n  start_ms: 166920\n  end_ms: 169940\n- text: Just called Snoop and I talked to him, we all cool\n  start_ms: 169940\n  end_ms: 172580\n- text: Dre, me and the Dogg good, Doc, we got you\n  start_ms: 172580\n  end_ms: 174750\n- text: Got a castle with a solid gold floor\n  start_ms: 174750\n  end_ms: 176230\n- text: No, I don't, I don't even got a boat nor\n  start_ms: 176230\n  end_ms: 176830\n- text: Do I got a chauffeur, but a lot to show for\n  start_ms: 176830\n  end_ms: 178180\n- text: You don't wanna fuck around and start no war\n  start_ms: 178180\n  end_ms: 179450\n- text: 20 more years, I could probably go for\n  start_ms: 179450\n  end_ms: 180850\n- text: Just like your lip and you got a cold sore\n  start_ms: 180850\n  end_ms: 182070\n- text: My shit is like motherfuckin' herpes\n  start_ms: 182070\n  end_ms: 183220\n- text: You ain't ever gonna say I don't got it no more (bitch)\n  start_ms: 183220\n  end_ms: 184610\n- text: Literally it's stupidity, you kiddin' me?\n  start_ms: 184610\n  end_ms: 185510\n- text: Dying laughing is the only way you're killing me\n  start_ms: 185510\n  end_ms: 186840\n- text: I'm getting rid of ya, get clapped like chlamydia\n  start_ms: 186840\n  end_ms: 188160\n- text: The wittiest, bitch, I'll snap like a tibia\n  start_ms: 188160\n  end_ms: 189420\n- text: You wanna get silly with the bars? I'm frivolous\n  start_ms: 189420\n  end_ms: 190820\n- text: But I'm as gritty and litty as my city is\n  start_ms: 190820\n  end_ms: 191830\n- text: East side 'til I die, bitch, I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon\n  start_ms: 191830\n  end_ms: 194010\n- text: Got a killer instinct with the pen's ink, and they're in sync like a faucet\n  start_ms: 194010\n  end_ms: 195970\n- text: How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit?\n  start_ms: 195970\n  end_ms: 197420\n- text: I'm a quarter of a century deep, but I can't be beat (nah)\n  start_ms: 197420\n  end_ms: 199030\n- text: '''Til the day me and the grim reap meet'\n  start_ms: 199030\n  end_ms: 200230\n- text: I'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep (what?)\n  start_ms: 200230\n  end_ms: 201480\n- text: Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep\n  start_ms: 201480\n  end_ms: 203750\n- text: She said she fucks with the M-T-B to the M-B, Side B Slim CD\n  start_ms: 203750\n  end_ms: 206290\n- text: I can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat\n  start_ms: 206290\n  end_ms: 208640\n- text: So this shit comes with a warning for all you punks and corny\n  start_ms: 208640\n  end_ms: 211290\n- text: Little fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning\n  start_ms: 211290\n  end_ms: 213070\n- text: Now count it, five, ten, yeah, 15, 20\n  start_ms: 213070\n  end_ms: 215680\n- text: 25, 30, yeah, get the money\n  start_ms: 215680\n  end_ms: 218180\n- text: Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n  start_ms: 218180\n  end_ms: 220400\n- text: Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n  start_ms: 220400\n  end_ms: 222630\n- text: Yeah, I'm a (killer)\n  start_ms: 222630\n  end_ms: 225970\n- text: Yeah, I'm a what? (I'm a cold-blooded) (killer)\n  start_ms: 225970\n  end_ms: 230120\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 230120\nplain: |-\n  (Killer) yeah\n  I'm a (boy's crazy), (I'm a cold-blooded) (killer)\n  Made all this money from doin' this (yeah, look)\n  (D.a. got that dope)\n\n  Now count it, five, ten, yeah, 15, 20\n  25, 30, yeah, get the money\n  Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n  Earn it just to burn it, swag drip-\n\n  I used to rock toboggan\n  Headphones around my neck, tryna be like Shady\n  Now the phone that's in my pocket seem to keep vibratin'\n  I got all these Ronnie Bennetts tryna be my baby, tryna fiancé me\n  I take the steering wheel and drive them girls beyond crazy (crazy)\n  I'm on a song with my idol\n  I'm a cold-blooded version of the song title\n  I put these diamonds in the ring like they was Shawn Michaels\n  I can't put the Louis V inside the wash cycle\n\n  I take this shit to the cleaners\n  'Bout to cop me a Bimmer, I got a special demeanor\n  She was mine when I seen her, I'm gettin' meaner and meaner\n  Called the front desk and asked for a steamer\n  I'm a bitch bagger, not a Twitch streamer\n  I'm eatin' pizza in Little Italy, damn, I used to hit Caesars\n  She 'bout to finish, but wait a minute, it gets deeper\n  Same kid, just a bit sleeker\n\n  Now count it, five, ten, yeah, 15, 20\n  25, 30, yeah, get the money\n  Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n  Earn it just to burn it (listen, uh)\n\n  They say my killing's horrendous, \"How he still in the business?\"\n  Rich as hell and it's feelin' tremendous\n  Ma dukes chillin' in Venice, compliments of her eldest, the cynic\n  Give hell with these writtens, this shit only propel my ascension\n  I held my position in any situation that's needed\n  This year, I'm shittin' on niggas for the way we was treated\n  I see the impact of all my creations increasin'\n  My step in time with these Pantheons, it was all was divine\n\n  I'm in this moment of my life where shit is fallin' in line\n  Lookin' back, I swear to God, you'd think it all was designed\n  A true movie script, I can't really ever fuck no groupie bitch\n  All she got is diamonds on her mind on some Uzi shit\n  A whole generation of geniuses I'm influencin'\n  I only hang with real niggas who I'm congruent with\n  I manifest nothing less than the best outcome\n  Just watch my moves with this next album, nigga\n\n  Now count it, five, ten, yeah, 15, 20\n  25, 30, yeah, get the money\n  Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n  Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n\n  My sentences are harsh, every single bar's like a verdict\n  I say it with conviction, but this time you're not gonna serve it\n  But as soon as I read it, you know that you're about to get murdered\n  When I cap, it'll punish, then put you in a box like a juror\n  If there's a rapper I haven't ate (where?)\n  We ain't battled, either that or they won't collaborate\n  'Cause pad or paper freestyle will settle that debate (yup)\n  I call it guillotine style 'cause even off the head, I decapitate\n\n  Yeah, bitch, I go harder than Carter III (what?)\n  But I think your thottie just thought of me\n  She got a body and bottom like Cardi B\n  And she be stalking me like I was broccoli\n  I'm getting brain now like a lobotomy\n  You probably thinkin' you had that shit in the bag like it's colostomy\n  It's a red alert, you better skrrt or try to get on my level first\n  Bitch, I'd had to shovel dirt and dig a hole to get on yours\n  You bum-bum, look at your broke ass (yeah)\n  It's why you're a bum-bum (why?) 'Cause your shit is so ass (yeah)\n\n  Syllable gun-guns, spits and goes \"Hadoo\"\n  Only L that I ever took is when I lost Proof (yeah)\n  Only time that I ever got served is that lawsuit when Ma sued (what?)\n  But, bitch, get out of pocket and I might accost you\n  Homicides up the wazoo\n  Chain gaudy, probably got more bodi-odi-odies than John do (John do)\n  Just called Snoop and I talked to him, we all cool\n  Dre, me and the Dogg good, Doc, we got you\n\n  Got a castle with a solid gold floor\n  No, I don't, I don't even got a boat nor\n  Do I got a chauffeur, but a lot to show for\n  You don't wanna fuck around and start no war\n  20 more years, I could probably go for\n  Just like your lip and you got a cold sore\n  My shit is like motherfuckin' herpes\n  You ain't ever gonna say I don't got it no more (bitch)\n\n  Literally it's stupidity, you kiddin' me?\n  Dying laughing is the only way you're killing me\n  I'm getting rid of ya, get clapped like chlamydia\n  The wittiest, bitch, I'll snap like a tibia\n  You wanna get silly with the bars? I'm frivolous\n  But I'm as gritty and litty as my city is\n  East side 'til I die, bitch, I will rep 'til the end like a chameleon\n\n  Got a killer instinct with the pen's ink, and they're in sync like a faucet\n  How the fuck do I even think of this ridiculous shit?\n  I'm a quarter of a century deep, but I can't be beat (nah)\n  'Til the day me and the grim reap meet\n  I'm ten toes down 'til I'm six feet deep (what?)\n  Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin' at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep\n  She said she fucks with the M-T-B to the M-B, Side B Slim CD\n  I can see why you envy me, you get no ass like an empty seat\n  So this shit comes with a warning for all you punks and corny\n  Little fucks, I woke up on my fuck shit this morning\n\n  Now count it, five, ten, yeah, 15, 20\n  25, 30, yeah, get the money\n  Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny\n  Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me\n\n  Yeah, I'm a (killer)\n  Yeah, I'm a what? 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(Hit him, hit him)\n\nNow I wanna talk about these niggas from Detroit\nBefore me and Shady, who was thinkin' 'bout Detroit?\nWe put the world onto it so watch how you say \"fuck me\"\nYou just might jinx yourself, whoops, your girl gon' do it\n'Cause I was in that 911 in Chicago, 911 at the same time\nI had already been grindin' since '97, that's longevity\nAnd if you think you're lyrically better, you better be a killer\n\n(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) Oh yeah\nYou ain't ever seen a motherfucker get realer\n(A psychopath, I'm a killer)\nPull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose\n(A psychopath, I'm a killer)\n'Cause ain't nobody iller, no one, nobody for realer\n(A psychopath, I'm a killer)\n\nThis elite drinker is the ringleader\nI'm a deep thinker, I'm a street preacher\nWith a street sweeper full of heat seekers\nIn your Jeep speakers I'ma keep ringers\nI don't need heaters, I got the meat cleaver\nWelcome to the slaughterhouse\nNiggas try to tell me I spell too much\nCapital S to the laugh to the T-E-R\n\nHo, U-S-E, now go to hell you fucks, word\nMaking work disappear quick as magic\nAbracadabra, the trafficker blacker than Africa\nCan you imagine a nigga flipping bread for the blood?\nMoney like Dracula has him a spatula, ask me a question\nAm I the best with the flexing? Fuck, yes, with the goon talk\nI just moonwalk all over the beat then I'm lightin' up the street\nCrooked going Michael Jackson on Thriller\n\n(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) Oh yeah\nYou ain't ever seen a motherfucker get realer\n(A psychopath, I'm a killer)\nPull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose\n(A psychopath, I'm a killer)\n'Cause ain't nobody iller, no one, nobody for realer\n(A psychopath, I'm a killer)\n\nFeelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night\nStaring at the full moon (Killer, killer, killer, killer)\nDid you ever think you would come to find?\nMaybe in my dreams (Psychopath, I'm a killer)\n\nThe thought of retiring is makin' me want\nTo set your daughter on fire with a soldering iron and\nWhat up ma, I'm applyin' for the rim job, are you hirin'?\nI'm hopin' to fill up your openin'\nOh but I know I gotta meet a lot of requirements\nFirst I gotta accept you're in a lobby in Ireland\nAnd you've probably already been with all the Slaughter and I am\nIn no mood to 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thought I was lyin' when I said I think that I'm crossin' the line again\nI've lost my mind, caution oh God I think I just thought of another fucking line\nForgive me father, for I have sinned\nBut hip-hop has left me brainwashed with a violent, streak\nDefiant, now the odds of me tryin' to fuckin' be quiet\nProbably gotta be 'bout as high as the Jolly Green Giant\n\nAfter he's fallen in pollen next to a killer beehive colony tryin' to sneak by it\nWhile his feet stomp, follow me while I revive rap\nI'ma start up a rioting, try to stop it or silence it\nYou're not gonna, might as well just hit the block in your joggin' attire in\nBoston, across the marathon finish line than to\nPut your thoughts against mine\n'Cause the arsenal I have'll scar you for life, worse than Dzhokhar\nTsarnaev with bombs, pliers and barbed wire\n\nYour bars are like Barney Fife with a fucking Swiss army knife\nA saberless Darth Vader with arthritis in a bar fight\nWith the Dark Knight on a dark night with his arms tied up\nI'm Dahmer-like when I'm on the mic, I'm not gonna lie\nPerform like I'm gonna die at the end of a song so it's hard for the rhyme to end\nLike fuck 'em all I'm just ridin'\nLike I'm locked up inside of a shot up Bonnie and Clyde car\nUncle Ronnie was driving, 'bout to burst through the side door\nOf Arkham Asylum and park in the dining room\n\n(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) Oh yeah\nYou ain't ever seen a motherfucker get realer\n(A psychopath, I'm a killer)\nPull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose\n(A psychopath, I'm a killer)\n'Cause ain't nobody iller, no one, nobody for realer\n(A psychopath, I'm a killer)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.11] I guess you can consider it poetry\n[00:08.24] But with me it started out with just words, just words, words\n[00:12.28] They started looking like puzzle pieces\n[00:13.80] So I started connecting them to each other\n[00:17.38] 'Til they started to resemble blank canvases\n[00:23.08] By this time I was an artist\n[00:25.95] So I 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taught\n[01:15.74] 'Til my inner enemy interrupts\n[01:17.02] I'm havin' nightmares of leavin' behind my dreams\n[01:19.33] With anything less than a full bank\n[01:21.16] It's like I'm General Hong, and I'm standin' in front of a gun\n[01:23.35] I'm puttin' myself in the way of a bullet to pull rank\n[01:25.55] The hood is over my eyes but the wool ain't\n[01:27.60] Yeah, got the mentality of bein' with a wizard\n[01:29.96] Every award show, we don't even get considered\n[01:31.90] How do you sell somethin' that's so lyrical\n[01:33.69] To a kid who wouldn't know what was hittin' if it hit him? (Hit him, hit him)\n[01:36.96] Now I wanna talk about these niggas from Detroit\n[01:38.98] Before me and Shady, who was thinkin' 'bout Detroit?\n[01:40.97] We put the world onto it so watch how you say \"fuck me\"\n[01:43.32] You just might jinx yourself, whoops, your girl gon' do it\n[01:45.72] 'Cause I was in that 911 in Chicago, 911 at the same time\n[01:48.97] I had already been grindin' since '97, that's longevity\n[01:51.56] And if you think you're lyrically better, you better be a killer\n[01:53.74] (I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) Oh yeah\n[01:55.96] You ain't ever seen a motherfucker get realer\n[01:57.71] (A psychopath, I'm a killer)\n[01:59.46] Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose\n[02:01.88] (A psychopath, I'm a killer)\n[02:03.36] 'Cause ain't nobody iller, no one, nobody for realer\n[02:05.75] (A psychopath, I'm a killer)\n[02:08.13] This elite drinker is the ringleader\n[02:09.64] I'm a deep thinker, I'm a street preacher\n[02:11.10] With a street sweeper full of heat seekers\n[02:12.78] In your Jeep speakers I'ma keep ringers\n[02:14.24] I don't need heaters, I got the meat cleaver\n[02:16.39] Welcome to the slaughterhouse\n[02:17.83] Niggas try to tell me I spell too much\n[02:19.58] Capital S to the laugh to the T-E-R\n[02:21.51] Ho, U-S-E, now go to hell you fucks, word\n[02:24.16] Making work disappear quick as magic\n[02:25.96] Abracadabra, the trafficker blacker than Africa\n[02:28.36] Can you imagine a nigga flipping bread for the blood?\n[02:30.92] Money like Dracula has him a spatula, ask me a question\n[02:33.95] Am I the best with the flexing? 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(Hit him, hit him)\n\nNow I wanna talk about these niggas from Detroit\nBefore me and Shady, who was thinkin' 'bout Detroit?\nWe put the world onto it so watch how you say \"fuck me\"\nYou just might jinx yourself, whoops, your girl gon' do it\n'Cause I was in that 911 in Chicago, 911 at the same time\nI had already been grindin' since '97, that's longevity\nAnd if you think you're lyrically better, you better be a killer\n\n(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) Oh yeah\nYou ain't ever seen a motherfucker get realer\n(A psychopath, I'm a killer)\nPull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose\n(A psychopath, I'm a killer)\n'Cause ain't nobody iller, no one, nobody for realer\n(A psychopath, I'm a killer)\n\nThis elite drinker is the ringleader\nI'm a deep thinker, I'm a street preacher\nWith a street sweeper full of heat seekers\nIn your Jeep speakers I'ma keep ringers\nI don't need heaters, I got the meat cleaver\nWelcome to the slaughterhouse\nNiggas try to tell me I spell too much\nCapital S to the laugh to the T-E-R\n\nHo, U-S-E, now go to hell you fucks, word\nMaking work disappear quick as magic\nAbracadabra, the trafficker blacker than Africa\nCan you imagine a nigga flipping bread for the blood?\nMoney like Dracula has him a spatula, ask me a question\nAm I the best with the flexing? 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symbolic of this thought, sick taught\n  'Til my inner enemy interrupts\n  I'm havin' nightmares of leavin' behind my dreams\n  With anything less than a full bank\n  It's like I'm General Hong, and I'm standin' in front of a gun\n\n  I'm puttin' myself in the way of a bullet to pull rank\n  The hood is over my eyes but the wool ain't\n  Yeah, got the mentality of bein' with a wizard\n  Every award show, we don't even get considered\n  How do you sell somethin' that's so lyrical\n  To a kid who wouldn't know what was hittin' if it hit him? (Hit him, hit him)\n\n  Now I wanna talk about these niggas from Detroit\n  Before me and Shady, who was thinkin' 'bout Detroit?\n  We put the world onto it so watch how you say \"fuck me\"\n  You just might jinx yourself, whoops, your girl gon' do it\n  'Cause I was in that 911 in Chicago, 911 at the same time\n  I had already been grindin' since '97, that's longevity\n  And if you think you're lyrically better, you better be a killer\n\n  (I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) Oh yeah\n  You ain't ever seen a motherfucker get realer\n  (A psychopath, I'm a killer)\n  Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose\n  (A psychopath, I'm a killer)\n  'Cause ain't nobody iller, no one, nobody for realer\n  (A psychopath, I'm a killer)\n\n  This elite drinker is the ringleader\n  I'm a deep thinker, I'm a street preacher\n  With a street sweeper full of heat seekers\n  In your Jeep speakers I'ma keep ringers\n  I don't need heaters, I got the meat cleaver\n  Welcome to the slaughterhouse\n  Niggas try to tell me I spell too much\n  Capital S to the laugh to the T-E-R\n\n  Ho, U-S-E, now go to hell you fucks, word\n  Making work disappear quick as magic\n  Abracadabra, the trafficker blacker than Africa\n  Can you imagine a nigga flipping bread for the blood?\n  Money like Dracula has him a spatula, ask me a question\n  Am I the best with the flexing? Fuck, yes, with the goon talk\n  I just moonwalk all over the beat then I'm lightin' up the street\n  Crooked going Michael Jackson on Thriller\n\n  (I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) Oh yeah\n  You ain't ever seen a motherfucker get realer\n  (A psychopath, I'm a killer)\n  Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose\n  (A psychopath, I'm a killer)\n  'Cause ain't nobody iller, no one, nobody for realer\n  (A psychopath, I'm a killer)\n\n  Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night\n  Staring at the full moon (Killer, killer, killer, killer)\n  Did you ever think you would come to find?\n  Maybe in my dreams (Psychopath, I'm a killer)\n\n  The thought of retiring is makin' me want\n  To set your daughter on fire with a soldering iron and\n  What up ma, I'm applyin' for the rim job, are you hirin'?\n  I'm hopin' to fill up your openin'\n  Oh but I know I gotta meet a lot of requirements\n  First I gotta accept you're in a lobby in Ireland\n  And you've probably already been with all the Slaughter and I am\n  In no mood to be playin' second fiddle, slob on this violin\n  With no strings attached\n  I'm just the product of a hostile environment\n\n  But bein' brought up so wrought up inspired\n  But I don't know why, it's still like I'm caught up inside a whirlpool\n  Not an appliance, but applyin' this science, I psychotically rhyme\n  And it's like stars have aligned all in alliance\n  Heart of a lion, balls of Goliath\n  Obscene talk intertwined like a beanstalk and a vine\n  But I keep walkin' the line between the wrong and the right\n  But everything I write seems wrong and it's like\n\n  I'm ecstatic at all the static that I can still cause\n  In the fabric of our modern society\n  Now Catholics are panicking 'cause I snapped back\n  To my old antics and shenanigans, dammit, the Pope's mad again\n  Probably shouldn't've ran up in the Vatican with that mannequin\n  Singin' \"Bagpipes from Baghdad\" again\n  In my dad's drag, draggin' a faggot in a GLAAD bag\n\n  Won't be the last time I make a dramatic entrance like that again\n  You thought I was lyin' when I said I think that I'm crossin' the line again\n  I've lost my mind, caution oh God I think I just thought of another fucking line\n  Forgive me father, for I have sinned\n  But hip-hop has left me brainwashed with a violent, streak\n  Defiant, now the odds of me tryin' to fuckin' be quiet\n  Probably gotta be 'bout as high as the Jolly Green Giant\n\n  After he's fallen in pollen next to a killer beehive colony tryin' to sneak by it\n  While his feet stomp, follow me while I revive rap\n  I'ma start up a rioting, try to stop it or silence it\n  You're not gonna, might as well just hit the block in your joggin' attire in\n  Boston, across the marathon finish line than to\n  Put your thoughts against mine\n  'Cause the arsenal I have'll scar you for life, worse than Dzhokhar\n  Tsarnaev with bombs, pliers and barbed wire\n\n  Your bars are like Barney Fife with a fucking Swiss army knife\n  A saberless Darth Vader with arthritis in a bar fight\n  With the Dark Knight on a dark night with his arms tied up\n  I'm Dahmer-like when I'm on the mic, I'm not gonna lie\n  Perform like I'm gonna die at the end of a song so it's hard for the rhyme to end\n  Like fuck 'em all I'm just ridin'\n  Like I'm locked up inside of a shot up Bonnie and Clyde car\n  Uncle Ronnie was driving, 'bout to burst through the side door\n  Of Arkham Asylum and park in the dining room\n\n  (I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) Oh yeah\n  You ain't ever seen a motherfucker get realer\n  (A psychopath, I'm a killer)\n  Pull an automatic on anybody sporadic I choose\n  (A psychopath, I'm a killer)\n  'Cause ain't nobody iller, no one, nobody for realer\n  (A psychopath, I'm a killer)\n"}]