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    I'm not afraid of the storm, no
    It seems like you're slipping away
    I'm not afraid of the storm, no
    I'm not afraid of the storm

    You fuckin' with a killa
    (I love you, baby)
    You fuckin' with a killa
    (You're so sexy)
    You fuckin' with a killa
    Lyrical, serial, evil or killa

    Uhh, I'm in love with this pep
    Switch a nigga up, put a thug in a dress
    Chop a nigga head off, pick his head up
    Turn it upside down, drink his blood from his neck

    Uhh, I fly across you with the Coupe now
    I'm fire, the fire marshal shut the booth down
    Uh, you fuckin' with a killa

    Take your body, rape your body, dump it in the river
    Turn myself in then, beat the case for it then
    Turn around and put I really did it on my Twitter

    Uhh, I'm a fucked up, nigga
    Pill poppin', everybody fucked up with us
    Me and Joey the cottonmouth kings
    (I love you, baby)
    What the fuck you talkin' 'bout? Sing

    Uhh, uh, I'm fuckin' with a killa
    (So crazy)
    I'm fuckin' with a killa
    I'm fuckin' with a killa
    Lyrical, serial, evil or killa

    First the clouds form, then they dark in the sky
    Then the heavens roar when a couple of them collide
    Then the most toxic rain landed on my
    Caesar then Jesus Christ, the storm arrive

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    6 foot somethin' made of Spanish descent
    What I write is fresh air like my hand's in a vent
    Y'all 'bout to be lost like you don't know where your manager went
    That's just a heads up 'cause none of y'all was plannin' a vic

    I'm from the projects, Grey Goose, a crate on the bench
    Mike's Hard Lemonade'll get you amateurs bent
    Where I'm from they don't hesitate the cannon that spits
    Stand by the wrong man and watch your thoughts land on a fence

    I'm the voice of the gutter where your boys serve your mother
    And the noise from a clucker puts your boy on a cover
    We annoy undercovers 'cause they never put on, we from the hood
    We don't snitch boy we weather the storm, we some killaz

    You fuckin' with a killa
    (I love you, baby)
    You fuckin' with a killa
    (You're so sexy)
    You fuckin' with a killa
    Lyrical, serial, evil or killa

    I'm comin' with flash just to blast your face mask
    Bullets flyin' faster than the NASA spacecraft
    Get half your face smashed by the click clack
    The impact's a passion of massive plane crash

    The mic minister write literature, rhyme sinister
    Might injure, your nine endin' your life when it's the
    Prime miniature time witness the prime
    Innocent lives kissin' goodbye, picture the I, givin' a fuck

    The truth walkin' just walked in the booth talkin'
    Too often I put a hot beat in a new coffin
    For instrumentals I dig a grave then drop so many bars
    Around you when you listen feel like you in a cage

    Niggaz styles is sour, you makin' lemonade
    Take a thousand hours to write, our rhymes minute made
    Me, Joey and Joell leave you crippled
    Motherfuck five cents but we'll kill you over Nickel, we some killaz

    You fuckin' with a killa
    (I love you, baby)
    You fuckin' with a killa
    (You're so sexy)
    You fuckin' with a killa
    Lyrical, serial, evil or killa

    I disagreed with my shadow when he got on Twitter
    (so I)
    Don't like bein' followed so I shot that nigga
    A known loner, that's backwards
    I'm a loner that's known to attempt to put a comber in a coma

    You lookin' at the prime suspect, with enough stress
    If you can give a fluck then I can give fluck less
    Obsessed with who I struck next so I set it for
    Success when I spit 'cause the vic is my next metaphor

    Self-destructive mixed with light lies
    If, you lookin' for psychotic, I got it or don't
    Maybe y'all are retarded, absurd
    And I observe while the whole world tries to act reserved

    Need a Oscar, I'll put on an act that's superb
    Everybody relax, it's words, maybe it's not
    It's gotta be reasonable doubt but
    Reason don't come out my mouth, I let it come out of hers

    I'm fuckin' with a killa
    I'm fuckin' with a killa
    I'm fuckin' with a killa
    I'm fuckin' with a killa

    Song details

    Composition: Joe Budden, D. Wickliffe, J. Ortiz, R. Montgomery, Melanie Rutherford, and E. Haynie

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