Killer (Remix|Explicit)

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