Killer lyrics - eminem

 (Killer)

Yeah, it's crazy, I'm a (Killer)

Made all this money from doin' this

(D.A. got that dope)

Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty

Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money

Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny

Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me

That's what I do with money, got money up the ass

Call it toilet paper, yeah, flush with cash

Girl, nice butt, is it up for grabs?

Just wanna touch your ass, is that too much to ask? Yeah

I made a grip, I know it's tough to grasp, get the bag

Call it potato chips, I stuff in duffel bags

On some public transportation shit, 'cause I will bus' your ass

Fuck the chain, I'm off the trailer hitch, I got a bunch of swag

Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty

Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money

Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny

Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me

Yeah, I'm a (Killer)

Yeah, I'm a (What?), I'm a (What?), I'm a (Killer)

Yeah, look, yeah

My income is all that and then some

Girl, your man is nincompoop, a symptom

Of a simp 'cause he'll spend some loot to get some

As for me, I'm the Kim Jong-Un of pimps, hon' (Haha)

Swag dripping, I'm in a pub

Went up to this chick who was so tipsy, we went to hug

Ended up tripping, I picked her up

She yelled out it's her birthday

She's fifty and in the club

Then it comes on (Yeah), that "In da Club" song (Yeah)

She's a buzzsaw (What?), we're goin' numbskull (Uh)

I live on the edge (Haha), she's a jump off (Yeah)

Call her Cinderella (Why?), she loves balls (Oh)

Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty

Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money

Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny

Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me

Yeah, I'm a (Killer)

Attack like the Ripper

All over the track doin' laps like a stripper

Now (Now), now (Now), w— wow (Wow) look out (Out)

Rap circles around ('Round) clowns, surround sound (Sound)

John Rambo's back and my ammo's stacked

And I'm cocking raps, I'm on your head

Other words, I'm stocking caps and I'm talking facts (Fax)

Like OfficeMax

Never down, I'll be up like an insomniac

Girl, I got racks you got a rack

How you got all that back and no body fat

I'm in awe with that

When I stopped the Pontiac at the laundromat that I saw you at

You almost had a heart attack, went into cardiac

You ran inside and told your boyfriend like, "I'll be back"

But for all you knew I probably act like I'm Daniel Wozniak

I'm a psycho-pa-pathic killer

I'm a cap peeler, caterpillar

With the botanic of bananas

You never heard better vernacular

Comin' after your scapula

For the lack of a better word, Dracula

'Cause I'm attackin' a rapper at the phrenic nerves

I'm a savage, back to put the dagger in the back of competitors

Predator and scavenger

I am a carnivore and a baller, you're at the dollar store

What the fuck you got a wallet for? Y'all are poor

I was livin' in squalor but, uh-uh, not no more

Now I'm the one they holla for

Fuckin' shit up like a dinosaur in a China store

Bitch, I'm number five (What?) minus four (Haha)

Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty

Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money

Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny

Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me

Yeah, I'm a (Killer)

Yeah, I'm a (What?), I'm a (What?), I'm a (Killer)

Yeah