Eminem raps quickly about being a killer and murderer who is mentally ill and filled with rage and venom. He threatens to eliminate, obliterate, and dump bodies in a lake while describing himself as Attila and a killer bee. He boasts about being the epitome of a spitter, unfadable, and having a trailer full of money while paid in full.
Eminem raps quickly about being a killer and murderer who is mentally ill and filled with rage and venom. He threatens to eliminate, obliterate, and dump bodies in a lake while describing himself as Attila and a killer bee. He boasts about being the epitome of a spitter, unfadable, and having a trailer full of money while paid in full.
Eminem raps quickly about being a killer and murderer who is mentally ill and filled with rage and venom. He threatens to eliminate, obliterate, and dump bodies in a lake while describing himself as Attila and a killer bee. He boasts about being the epitome of a spitter, unfadable, and having a trailer full of money while paid in full.
Evil half of the bad meets Evil, that means take a back a seat Tale it back to fat beats with a maxi, single Look at my rap sheet, what attracts these people Is my ‘Gangsta bitch’ like Apache with a catchy jingle I stack chips, you barely got a half-eaten cheeto
Fill em with the venom and eliminate em
Other words, I minute made em I don’t want to hurt ‘em, but I did, im in a fit of rage Im murdering again, nobody will evade him Im fitting to kill em and dumping their fucking bodies in the lake Obliterating everything, incinerate a renegade Im here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraid But don’t nobody want it, but theyre gonna get it anyway Cause im beginning to feel like im mentally ill Im Atilla, kill or be killed, Im a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla Youre bringin the killer within me outta me You don’t want to be the enemy of the demon who entered me Or be on the receivin end of me, what stupidity it’d be Every bit of me’s the epitome of a spitter When im in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me Im bout to fuckin finish you, bitch, im unfadable You wanna attle, im available, im blown up like an inflatable Im undebatable, im unavoidable, im unevadable Im on the toilet bowl, I got a trailer full of money and im paid in full Im not afraid to pul a—
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