Killer Remix Lyrics – Eminem, Jack Harlow & Cordae

Song Details: Killer Remix Lyrics. The song is sung by Eminem, Jack Harlow & Cordae

Killer Remix Lyrics

[Intro: 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 dope)

[Chorus: Eminem]
Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this s be funny
Earn it just to burn it, swag drip—

[Verse 1: 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 Rodney Bennett’s 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 to the cleaners
‘Bout to cop me a Beamer, 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 bagger, not a Twitch streamer
I’m eatin’ pizza in Little Italy, damn, I used to hit Caesars
She ’bout to finish, but wait a minute, it gets deeper
Same kid just a bit sleeker

[Chorus: Eminem]
Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this s be funny
Earn it just to burn it

[Verse 2: Cordae]
Listen, uh
They say my killin’s horrendous, “How he still in the business?”
Rich as hell and it’s feelin’ tremendous
My dudes chillin’ in Venice, compliments of an elders descendant
Give hell with these writtens, this s only propel my ascension
I held my position in any situation that’s needed
This year I’m shittin’ on n for the way we was treated
I see the impact that all my creations increasin’
My step in time with all of these Pantheons, it was all was divine
I’m in this moment in my life where s 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 no groupie b
All she got is diamonds on her mind on some Uzi s
A whole generation of geniuses I’m influencin’
I only hang with n who I’m congruent with
I manifest nothing less than the best outcome
Just watch my moves with this next album

[Chorus: Eminem]
Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this s be funny
Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin’ from me

[Verse 3: Eminem]
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 capital 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 , 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 in the bag like it’s a colostomy
It’s a red alert, you better skrrt or try to get on my level first
b , I’d had to shovel dirt and dig a hole to get on yours
You bum-bum, look at your broke as (Yeah)
It’s why your a bum-bum (Why?) ’cause your s is so as (Yeah)
Syllable gun-guns, spits and goes “Hadoo”
Only L that I ever took is when I lost Proof (Yeah)
Only time that I ever got served was that lawsuit when Ma sued (What?)
But b you get out of pocket and I might’ve costed you
Homicides out the wazoo, chain garden probably got more body-ody-odys than John do (John do)
I 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 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 is like f ‘ herpes, you ain’t ever gonna say I don’t got it no more
b , literally it’s stupidity, dying laughing is the only way you’re killing me
I’m getting rid of ya’, get clapped like chlamydia
The wittiest b , I’ll snap like a tibia
You wanna get silly with the bars
But I’m as gritty and litty as my city is
It’s east side ’til I die, b , I will rep ’til the end like a chameleon
A killer instinct with the pen’s ink and they’re in sync like a faucet
How the f do I even think of this ridiculous s ?
I’m a quarter of a century deep and I can’t be beat (Nah)
‘Til me and the grim reap meet, I’m ten toes down ’til I’m six feet deep
Windows down in the Benzy jeep hollerin’ at a bimbo, beep-beep-beep
She said she f with [?]
I can see why you envy me, you get no as like an empty seat
So this s comes with a warning for all you punks and corny little f
I woke up on my f s this morning

[Chorus: Eminem]
Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this s be funny
Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin’ from me

[Outro: Eminem & Jack Harlow]
Yeah, I’m a (Killer)
Yeah, I’m a what, I’m a cold blooded (Killer)

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