[Course]

I'm going in for the kill

I'm doing it for a thrill

I'm hoping you'll understand

And not let go of my hand

I'm going in for the kill

I'm doing it for a thrill

I'm hoping you'll understand

And not let go of my hand

[Verse 1]

Okay

I did this shit, cause I do this shit

Harder than the Louis kicks

Ain't no sense in poppin' fly

When I come through and ruin shit

What else can I prove with this

What mountains can I move with this

What fairy tales can I dispel

To show you all I'm not new to this

Eminem lost Proof to this

Me, see, I lost T. to this

Tryin' to live his dreams and mine

At the same time is tedious

No breaks in my immediate

The future ain't that far away

I put so much in my rhymes

That I might write a bar a day

Just me and my jar of Haze

And ain't no way we parting way

Before I roll up hold up (hold up)

I got something hard to say

Who's the greatest? Ain't no greatest

We all just got our parts to play

A raisin in the sun

But I for one feel like Poitier

Denzel with a pen-cil?

Gun in hand wanted man

John Q with the one-two

I must do what I must do

Go for the kill like hunting bill

No, no, bitch, like hunting Bill

Karadine, I'm kerosine

Nigga I break it down for real

[Course]

I'm going in for the kill

I'm doing it for a thrill

I'm hoping you'll understand

And not let go of my hand

I'm going in for the kill

I'm doing it for a thrill

I'm hoping you'll understand

And not let go of my hand

[Verse 2]

So may the legend live forever

The immaculate conceptor

Let this live as a legend

And my poetry is Edgar

Allen, and I'm Stalin

With a ditsy bitch like Palin

Who suck dick and look good in kicks

But that's her only talent

She waiting with me backstage

By The Roots with Jimmy Fallon

This A-town 'illadelphian

I'm hip hop to the skeleton

Slightly missing melanin

My black ass is just yella then

Reaching in my jar of kush the size they put relish in

Greatness is what I relish in

I go where the beat takes me

I can't help but murder shit

I'm going John Wayne Gacy

The flow is fucking crazy

I'm talking Jeffrey Dahmer

And this is murder one

I understand your honour

Its manslaughter we the wolves like Ann Arbor

The game is looking like lamb and I'm the night stalker

Black Trench Parker it only gets darker

And this is where your role ends

Cue the choppers

[Course]

I'm going in for the kill

I'm doing it for a thrill

I'm hoping you'll understand

And not let go of my hand

I'm going in for the kill

I'm doing it for a thrill

I'm hoping you'll understand

And not let go of my hand

[Verse 3]

Yeah it's black hearses and night nurses with these verses

I make your soul surface higher than my weed purchase

Niggas want a song with pop. Well, I'm the dream merchant

Now that was harder than the Rock. Nah, I keep searching

This is G.O.L.D shit burning down mo shit

I will never fold shit. Pressed like control sticks

This is where the going gets tougher than a muthafucka

This my theme music - I'ma get you suckas

[Course]

I'm going in for the kill

I'm doing it for a thrill

I'm hoping you'll understand

And not let go of my hand

I'm going in for the kill

I'm doing it for a thrill

I'm hoping you'll understand

And not let go of my hand