Killin' Emcees ft. Wylkez Lyrics

I can't help I have a love for the dark shit

Late night choking you to death in the park shit

All black clothes and I ain't talking bout goth shit

Or 30-year-old dudes who still shop at hot topic

I'm talking dark alleys, forests, and nightmares

Checking under your bed cuz I'm probably right there

Got a collection of masks and you ain't seeing my face

Leaving no evidence so I ain't catching a case

Got you looking backwards over your shoulder

Something's moving in the shadows, now the air's getting colder

Then a quick flash of light gleams off of the blade

Just a small scream before the incision gets made

The last thing you see is the look in my eyes and it's haunting

I'm leaving you here to bleed out on the concrete

They could tell pretty quick by the way that the blood spilt

It's prolly just another emcee slaughtered by Wylkez

Okay, okay (yeah, yeah okay)

Now I'm back in the game, yeah (let's go)

Let's play, let's play (come on, come on)

You better run away motherfucker

You better run away before I catch up

Always workin' on my shit, I'm on the come-up

Another night killin' emcees that just don't know

I'm only getting started, never done yo

Another night feeling low low

Workin' too hard, never catch a break

I'm going too fast, I gotta cool it with the gas

I'm just smoking and toking to slow down but I'm never last

These rappers wanna feel badass, but also want the class

That's why I'm screaming these lyrics, I don't need the pass

No approval for me, cause you can really see that I'm just doing my thing yeah

Kick in the door and all you smell is the weed smoke

If I be broke, I'll leave a couple shells in your cheap coat

Move in secrecy, full on cloak and dagger

Keep begging me to stop but it don't even matter

Ain't got the time or patience to notice these young bucks

Saying they woke, but they're still sounding like dumb fucks

I'm already the best, I'm just waiting to cash in

Anyone disagree and I'm ready to smash 'em

Killin' emcees, bring 'em to their knees

No mercy for bad rappers, ain't gonna hear their pleas yeah

Slice 'em up, bag 'em up, and bury the remains

Nobody gonna miss 'em now

I said I'm killin' emcees, bring 'em to their knees

Make 'em cry for their lives like Jason Voorhees yeah

Drop dead, put 'em in the ground

Bury 'em with their shitty bars and never let 'em be found

Tell 'em off, take their heads off

They think they're doing some kind of good when they beat each other off

Let 'em know, let 'em know yeah

This is the end of their careers yeah

Tell 'em off, don't let 'em run off

They're digging their graves with every show they play

Tell 'em how, tell 'em how it is yeah

Talkin' shit won't get you rich yeah

You thought I disappeared (huh?), I've just been in the shadows (oh)

I'm back now, you ain't sending Wylkez to the gallows (alright)

These emcees, they all coming at me with weak shots

I'm killing all these kids, you should be calling me Chris Watts

Leave you looking stupid, flailing around like it's Tik Tok

Time to pull over, re-up, you're in need of a pit stop

I'm like Freddy Krueger the way I'm haunting your dreams

A monster with this ink, I'm making profit off screams

So many people I don't wanna hear no more

Treat them like dogs, clip they vocal chords

Watch what you say, I'm keeping you on a short leash

I roll deep, you don't wanna fuck with my full reach

Going mental now with that deep shine

Mask and gloves on, homie it's game time

If you want some, come get some

Me and Stollgan serving up shots of red rum

Shots of red rum

Shots of red rum

Shots of red rum

Me and Stollgan serving up shots of red rum

We're your bartenders now bitch, can't escape us

If you wanna get drunk, you'll have to face us

This is our show, this our show now

Pass the mic, we'll show you how it's done now

Killin' emcees, bring 'em to their knees

No mercy for bad rappers, ain't gonna hear their pleas yeah

Slice 'em up, bag 'em up, and bury the remains

Nobody gonna miss 'em now

I said I'm killin' emcees, bring 'em to their knees

Make 'em cry for their lives like Jason Voorhees yeah

Drop dead, put 'em in the ground

Bury 'em with their shitty bars and never let 'em be found

Tell 'em off, take their heads off

They think they're doing some kind of good when they beat each other off

Let 'em know, let 'em know yeah

This is the end of their careers yeah

Tell 'em off, don't let 'em run off

They're digging their graves with every show they play

Tell 'em how, tell 'em how it is yeah

Talkin' shit won't get you rich yeah

Killin' emcees, bring 'em to their knees

No mercy for bad rappers, ain't gonna hear their pleas yeah

Killin' emcees, bring 'em to their knees

No mercy for bad rappers, ain't gonna hear their pleas

I said I'm killin' emcees, bring 'em to their knees

Make 'em cry for their lives like Jason Voorhees yeah

Killin' emcees, bring 'em to their knees

Make 'em cry for their lives like Jason Voorhees yeah

Killin' emcees, bring 'em to their knees

Bring 'em to their knees

Bring 'em to their knees

Bring 'em to their knees

Bring 'em to their knees