rat tat tat tat boom bop — Mutha fucka drop
Chilling with niggas that are realer than most you niggas
Hood type shit, hittin sticks with my dealer
I’m the west end melbourne killer
The Nigga that’s pullin the trigger
and leavin them bodies up in a river
Them lames don’t know my name, I make em shiver
Like the fuckin winter

Lames ass niggas they chance the fame
Nigga you is a lame — Mane
fuck what you claim
Loadin the ruger, to make a stang
Holdin it steady for better aim
Hollow points bustin meat at of yo brain

Give it up now
got something for you and you and you and that motha fucka over there too
My name is killa kid zeeth in other words I like to shoot
Imma hitman for da LOW — business boomin I can’t complain
To make a stang, it aint even a thang
But it’s hard to maintain the evil thoughts infecting my brain
Holdin the 9 thang

robbing these bitches
and makin some riches
I’m the nigga that’s fucking vicious
Choppin the limbs — leave em in Fridges
Murder rate increases leavin them bodies up in hearses
Bout to kill myself so THAT my baptism reverses

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I’m always doin evil shit, like bustin a cap in a busta ass trick
Imma lunatic
All that bullshit made me click
Mane fuck all that shit — I’ll kill yo ass and fuck ya bitch
We TOO thick
Can’t you see
Ridin round with that uzi
Piercing ya body with different rounds
Bodies be dropping — they hit the ground
bury the bodies they can’t be found

Drowing these pussy ass niggas
In the fucking river
Taking they fucking skrilla
—I’m the killa to pull the trigger
and rob you for ya figures
Bitch, I don’t need a gun to show you I’m killa
Don’t need no artilleries — Watch me slit ya arteries
You ought kill yo self
***Cuz, I’ll, display, ya, limbs, upon, shelf

Don’t need no help when I’m choppin ya body up
Cuz I’m takin ya lame ass to hell
Hell is where i dwell — leave THEM bodies impaled
Leavin no evidence or trail
for the cops to unveil
Just the smell of rotting bodies for you to inhale
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Young ass nigga down with his fuckin click
Zeeth ain’t no shit from a bitch
-Everything you done, I done way back with ya fucking hoe
We fucked on the floor
I nut in her mouth, she swallowed that hoe
Mane, keep on talkin shit
Motivated killa, watch me leave ya DEAD body UP in a ditch —I rather nail ya body onto a crucifx and burn that shit