Eminem – Killer (Audio, Lyrics)

Eminem is also out with a new single titled “Killer”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by d.a. got that dope.

Eminem Killer

Whether or not you like Eminem, you can’t deny that he’s pretty much proven to be an unstoppable force, even with the array of criticism he faces. But on projects like Revival and this year’s Music To Be Murdered By, he’s given his core fanbase exactly what they’ve wanted from him in over a decade.

Though many had doubts about the release of a deluxe edition to Music To Be Murdered By, Em decided to grace us with an additional sixteen tracks before the end of the year with Side B. As he chases a more current sound, so to speak, he enlisted some star-studded producers who’ve worked alongside some of the biggest hit-makers of our generation. On “Killer,” he teams up with D.A. Doman for a strip-club friendly banger where Em draws inspiration from the strip club. Sure, D.A. Doman’s production is fitting to make it rain in the club but instead, Em reflects on the money he’s accumulated over the years for some long over-due bag talk.

Eminem – Killer (prod. d.a. got that dope)

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Killer)
Yeah, it’s crazy, I’m a (Killer)
Made all this money from doin’ this
(D.A. got that dope)

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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)

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, I’m a (What?), I’m a (What?), I’m a (Killer)
Yeah, look, yeah

[Verse 2]
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)

[Chorus]
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)

[Verse 3]
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)

[Chorus]
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)

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, I’m a (What?), I’m a (What?), I’m a (Killer)
Yeah