K the Killer

I'ma tell a story of K the Killer,
he's the real deal, all action no filler,
blaze the marijuana till the dawn be coming,
but he woke up and wanted to make P one beautiful morning,
so he rang a number he got off a mate
to get afew G's transferred into his account, it ain't bait,
so a fella comes to his doorstep, walks K to his car,
and drives down to South London 'hoods, other ghettos ain't that far,
Car full of nigerians, card and passport ready,
they drop him off at the bureau eager for him to draw out lots of money,
the cashier says "I'm calling the cops!" K almost bolts but the mother fucker
is only trying to be funny,
the maximum withdrawal limit exceeded, he'll wait till tomorrow,
the runners of their scam have taken their cut, while hoodrats rob, steal and borrow,
so the next day Killer K goes with two hoodrats waiting on the doorstep,
back to the bureau, withdraw 2 grand, exit the bank, and
ambushed by 8 hench men who don't hesitate to flash the glock, punch and hit,
and outnumbered dragged by his collar into the bank carpark,
daylight robbery that had been planned from the start,
day one, these motherfuckers saw K as a chump,
but the Killer wasn't finished, the day hadn't gone
thing's needed to be done;
now East London readies for war and these motherfuckers are going down,
all this blood to be spilt by the greed and pride of these clowns,
so Killer got robbed and left,
on the phone, the boss' bitch saying "the boss says
squash the beef, everything is blessed,
you can keep the money that remains in your account',
later on a phonecall from the vultures saying
certain people didn't receive their amount,
you see Killer lost 2 g's but only 200 reached the hands,
of the asshole who had set K up, making his demands,
or some other stupid shit,
it doesn't matter, gonna smoke one clip,
empty another into your chests,
gonna go samurai til there's no pieces to chop left,
I'ma teabag all your gobsmacked faces,
when I'm using your torn out spinal cord as laces,
I don't even care about a response to this,
cuz the South don't know about how the East do business,
we gonna shut you down,
my manic laughter will be the last sound,
you'll ever hear, so be prepared.