SMOOTH KILLING SPREE
BY FEE

Well
Some call me pretty fee
Some call me the enemy
Some call me the up and coming killer of this industry
While I refer to me killing as an urgency I am killing currently
Caught up at my murder scene
I had the rap game caught up in the rapture
…Dreading my capture
A prime factor
It gave me kid cudi
I made it real bloody
Taught it lessons to learn
Told it to study, then
It threw me drizzy drake
I gave a fair trade
Then I killed it and choked it with my mixtape
Now I got court dates
Raising the crime rate
Ate so many wack rappers
That im gainin weight
Im gonna gain, just wait
Cuz im the chief of state
After every estate, counting my data rate
You in the way of fate
Cuz I dictate
The heart rate of these light weights like their body weight

Well
They call me enemy
You can call me pretty fee
Knocking down my victims at will like windy breeze
Good things come in threes
Well I got three letters
Lyrical berettas
And ima go get em
They gave me Philly’s Wiz
Well gee, this is, a perfect mission
For the misses
And if she misses ima sure finish
It off like the song during the ending movie credits
No time for credits so just give me my street cred
But they keep kiving me light weights like wheat bread
I leave em all dead
Shot em in the head with a street banger
Off E street like a dred head
Yeah I was dredded,
Ironic cuz im locked up
For killing the game and leaving the charts chalked up
Me and wale servin til the end of days
Naw we shouldn’t change our ways
They just should have watched us