Killer-Eminem
发行时间：2021-05-28

Killer (Remix|Explicit) – Eminem/Jack Harlow/Cordae
Lyrics by：M Mathers/D. Doman/E. Chikwendu/Jack Harlow/Cordae
Composed by：M Mathers/D. Doman/E. Chikwendu/Jack Harlow/Cordae
Eminem/Jack Harlow：
Killer
Yeah
I’m a
Boy’s crazy
I’m a cold-blooded
Killer
Made all this money from doin’ this
Yeah look
d.a. got that d**e
Eminem：
Now count it five ten yeah fifteen twenty
Twenty-five thirty yeah get the money
Throw it in the furnace yeah this s**t be funny
Earn it just to burn it swag drip
Jack Harlow：
I used to rock a toboggan
Headphones around my neck tryna be like Shady
Now the phone that’s in my pocket seem to keep vibratin’
I got all these Ronnie Bennetts tryna be my baby
Tryna fiancé me
I take the steering wheel and drive them girls beyond crazy
Crazy
I’m on a song with my idol
I’m a cold-blooded version of the song title
I put these diamonds in the ring like they was Shawn Michaels
I can’t put the Louis V inside the wash cycle
I take this s**t to the cleaners
‘Bout to cop me a Bimmer I got a special demeanor
She was mine when I seen her I’m gettin’ meaner and meaner
Called the front desk and asked for a steamer
I’m a b***h bagger not a Twitch streamer
I’m eatin’ pizza in Little Italy d**n I used to hit Caesars
She ’bout to finish but wait a minute it gets deeper
Same kid just a bit sleeker
Eminem/Cordae：
Now count it five ten yeah fifteen twenty
Twenty-five thirty yeah get the money
Throw it in the furnace yeah this s**t be funny
Earn it just to burn it
Listen uh
Cordae：
They say my killing’s horrendous “How he still in the business”
Rich as hell and it’s feelin’ tremendous
Ma dukes chillin’ in Venice compliments of her eldest descendant
Give hell with these writtens this s**t only propel my ascension
I held my position in any situation that’s needed
This year I’m s**ttin’ on n***as for the way we was treated
I see the impact of all my creations increasin’
My step in time with these Pantheons it all was divine
I’m in this moment of my life where s**t is fallin’ in line
And lookin’ back I swear to god you’d think it all was designed
A true movie script I can’t really ever f**k no groupie b***h
All she got is diamonds on her mind on some Uzi s**t
A whole generation of geniuses I’m influencin’
I only hang with real n***as who I’m congruent with
I manifest nothing less than the best outcome
Just watch my moves with this next album n***a
Eminem：
Now count it five ten yeah fifteen twenty
Twenty-five thirty yeah get the money
Throw it in the furnace yeah this s**t be funny
Earn it just to burn it swag drippin’ from me
My sentences are harsh every single’s bar’s like a verdict
I say it with conviction but this time you’re not gonna serve it
But as soon as I read it
You know that you’re about to get murdered
When I cap it’ll punish then put you in a box like a juror
If there’s a rapper I haven’t ate
Where
We ain’t battled either that or they won’t collaborate
‘Cause pad or paper freestyle will settle that debate
Yup
I call it guillotine style ’cause even off the head I decapitate
Yeah b***h I go harder than Carter III
What
But I think your thottie just thought of me
She got a body and bottom like Cardi B
And she be stalking me like I was broccoli
I’m getting brain now like a lobotomy
You probably thinkin’ you had that s**t in the bag like it’s colostomy
It’s a red alert you better skrrt or try to get on my level first
B***h I’d had to shovel dirt and dig a hole to get on yours
You bum-bum look at your broke a*s
Yeah
It’s why you’re a bum-bum
Why
‘Cause your s**t is so a*s
Yeah
Syllable gun-guns spits and goes “Hadoo”
Only L that I ever took was when I lost Proof
Yeah
Only time that I ever got served is that lawsuit when Ma sued
What
But b***h get out of pocket and I might accost you
Homicides up the wazoo
Chain gaudy probably got more bodi-odi-odies than John do
John do
Just called Snoop and I talked to him we all cool
Dre me and the Dogg good Doc we got you
Got a castle with a solid gold floor
No I don’t I don’t even got a boat nor
Do I got a chauffeur but a lot to show for
You don’t wanna f**k around and start no war
Twenty more years I could probably go for
Just like your lip and you got a cold sore
My s**t is like motherf**kin’ herpes
You ain’t ever gonna say I don’t got it no more
B***h
Literally it’s no quittin’ me you kiddin’ me
Dying laughing is the only way you’re killing me
I’m getting rid of ya get clapped like chlamydia
The wittiest b***h I’ll snap like a tibia
You wanna get silly with the bars
I’m frivolous
But I’m as gritty and litty as my city is
East side ’til I die b***h
I will rep ’til the end like a chameleon
Got a killer instinct with the pen’s ink
And they’re in sync like a faucet
How the f**k do I even think of this ridiculous s**t
I’m a quarter of a century deep and I can’t be beat
Nah
‘Til the day me and the grim reap meet
I’m ten toes down ’til I’m six feet deep
What
Windows down in the Benz E jeep hollerin’ at a bimbo
Beep-beep-beep
She said she f**ks with the M-T-B
To the M-B Side B Slim CD
I can see why you envy me you get no a*s like an empty seat
So this s**t comes with a warning for all of you punks and you corny
Little f**ks I woke up on my f**k s**t this morning
Now count it five ten yeah fifteen twenty
Twenty-five thirty yeah get the money
Throw it in the furnace yeah this s**t be funny
Earn it just to burn it swag drippin’ from me
Eminem/Jack Harlow：
Yeah I’m a
Killer
Yeah I’m a what I’m a cold-blooded
Killer