Killmonger by Sicknal Lyrics
[Chorus]
It's about to be a chilly Summer
I just woke up from a deep slumber
Tell every rapper in the city fuck 'em
I am back to claim what's mine, call me Killmonger
It's about to be a chilly Summer
I just woke up from a deep slumber
Tell every rapper in the city fuck' em
I am back to claim what's mine, call me Killmonger
(ay, yuh, yuh) Call me Killmonger
(ay, yuh, yuh) Call me Killmonger
[Verse 1]
I don't count on nothing, I just pray
And I don't ask for nothing, I give thanks
They keep throwing mad shade on my name
But I still count my blessings every day
Hey aunty, I wanna compete
This rap scene breeds complete, conceit
I browse online but I don't see anything on fleek
Clout chasers, I count sheep but I can't sleep
Bunch of selfie videos looking like Offset
Rapping off beat
Punches bar of soap slick
I don't spit bars, I cough bleach
High as fuck 'bout to go beast
I don't take drugs, I snort beats
I am on a side bitch, like palm trees
Hierarchy, I top it, I am car keys, I start shit
Get off my dick!
[Chorus]
It's about to be a chilly Summer
I just woke up from a deep slumber
Tell every rapper in the city fuck 'em
I am back to claim what's mine call me Killmonger
[Verse 2]
Heard' em say Sick sucks, now I'm on a witch hunt
Top of the todem pole, bitch cunt
I am a trampoline in the bottom of the toilet bowl
I make the shit jump!
Took her virginity, gave the bitch a fist bumb
Now she don't remember me, can't believe this slut
Suddenly has a bad memory
I used to treat her like an elephant, I fed her bug nuts
She said she's hot, I give her my popsicle
I call it Richard and I want Dick sucked
Grio my cocktail like a fist cup and get it mixed up
She's been sober for eight months
But when it comes to my cum, she's a "suiplap"
I'm gonna say this for the last time, Cape Town better wake up
They want Flames, I'm arguably Satan
I don't give a fuck if you Black or you Caucasian
If you rap you can get your head sawed off like a 12 gauge gun
Anybody sayin' Sicker ain't with the shits
Ask 'em are they "jas"
I been the illest for a minute
They will just never all admit it
Say I sound like so and so, tryna take away from these bars I'm spittin'
Say I sound too American and it fucking pisses off the "Chlora" in me
I "smaak" to drop an Afrikaans track and straight up murder the fucking genre with it
Fuck all you critics!
So called, real hip hop heads, but all your fitteds were counterfeited
It's about to be a chilly Summer
I just woke up from a deep slumber
Tell every rapper in the city fuck 'em
I am back to claim what's mine, call me Killmonger
It's about to be a chilly Summer
I just woke up from a deep slumber
Tell every rapper in the city fuck' em
I am back to claim what's mine, call me Killmonger
(ay, yuh, yuh) Call me Killmonger
(ay, yuh, yuh) Call me Killmonger
[Verse 1]
I don't count on nothing, I just pray
And I don't ask for nothing, I give thanks
They keep throwing mad shade on my name
But I still count my blessings every day
Hey aunty, I wanna compete
This rap scene breeds complete, conceit
I browse online but I don't see anything on fleek
Clout chasers, I count sheep but I can't sleep
Bunch of selfie videos looking like Offset
Rapping off beat
Punches bar of soap slick
I don't spit bars, I cough bleach
High as fuck 'bout to go beast
I don't take drugs, I snort beats
I am on a side bitch, like palm trees
Hierarchy, I top it, I am car keys, I start shit
Get off my dick!
[Chorus]
It's about to be a chilly Summer
I just woke up from a deep slumber
Tell every rapper in the city fuck 'em
I am back to claim what's mine call me Killmonger
[Verse 2]
Heard' em say Sick sucks, now I'm on a witch hunt
Top of the todem pole, bitch cunt
I am a trampoline in the bottom of the toilet bowl
I make the shit jump!
Took her virginity, gave the bitch a fist bumb
Now she don't remember me, can't believe this slut
Suddenly has a bad memory
I used to treat her like an elephant, I fed her bug nuts
She said she's hot, I give her my popsicle
I call it Richard and I want Dick sucked
Grio my cocktail like a fist cup and get it mixed up
She's been sober for eight months
But when it comes to my cum, she's a "suiplap"
I'm gonna say this for the last time, Cape Town better wake up
They want Flames, I'm arguably Satan
I don't give a fuck if you Black or you Caucasian
If you rap you can get your head sawed off like a 12 gauge gun
Anybody sayin' Sicker ain't with the shits
Ask 'em are they "jas"
I been the illest for a minute
They will just never all admit it
Say I sound like so and so, tryna take away from these bars I'm spittin'
Say I sound too American and it fucking pisses off the "Chlora" in me
I "smaak" to drop an Afrikaans track and straight up murder the fucking genre with it
Fuck all you critics!
So called, real hip hop heads, but all your fitteds were counterfeited