Quick Question - Trained Killa

Here's how it go
Dogs down the rabbit hole
Looking for a rat
Smoke 'em like he shatter bro
Pop pop pass then it's on to the next
It's a cold cold world but it still cash checks
Life go fast once I got 'em gotta smoke 'em
Keep my blade sharp to assassinate the shogun
Blood on my hands I load another blowgun
With the sleep dart potion that could tap hulk hogan
I'm a killa
Trained trained killa
Don't fuck wit me
I'm a trained trained killa
Trained killa
Trained trained killa
Don't fuck wit me
I'm a trained trained killa
You know who
I'm the one they don't talk about
Bite down tight curbstomp and it's lights out
Award winner nobody in my category
Acid in the bath
No bodies in the news story
Netflix special with the black and white photo
Instagraming murders hashtag YOLO
Pressure point professional with technical precision
Every single move is a tactical decision
Designed to execute the most practical division
Of your head from your body without using an incision
The name of the game is perfection
When time's up pieces fly in every direction
Apex predator natural selection
Totem poles stacked out of severed midsections
Blood drips down to the ground let that sink in
Pull out your brain so I know what you're thinkin
He's a killa
Trained trained killa
Don't fuck wit me
I'm a trained trained killa
Trained killa
Trained trained killa
Don't fuck wit me
I'm a trained trained killa
I don't need a tech
My body is my weapon
Bicycle kick
Liu Kang blessing
Use tiger style
Wu Tang lessons
Better learn quick or you best get to steppin'
He's a killa
Trained trained killa
Don't fuck wit me
I'm a trained trained killa
Trained killa
Trained trained killa
Don't fuck wit me
I'm a trained trained killa
He's a killa
Trained trained killa
Don't fuck wit me
I'm a trained trained killa
Trained killa
Trained trained killa
Don't fuck wit me
I'm a trained trained killa
Where the bodies at?
Both of these fists are rated E for everyone
Move on B falcon punch you out the stadium
Stone cold stunner on a full size hummer
Put my foes on the bumper with the license plate number
Game over
This that final boss shit
I go Psycho Mantis and you don't know that one trick
With the controller flip bipolar
The slow mo show those knocked out molars
And the crowd goes wild
And the crowd goes wild
And the crowd goes wild
For a trained killa
Trained trained killa
Don't play wit me
I'm a trained trained killa
Trained killa
Trained trained killa
Don't play wit me
I'm a trained trained killa
Trained killa
Trained trained killa
Don't play wit me
I'm a trained trained killa
Trained killa
Trained trained killa
Don't play wit me
I'm a trained trained killa

Written by:
Paul Stanko

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