Kendrick Lamar — One Shot Kill

[Intro] One shot kill, one shot kill hey One shot kill, hey, one shot kill One shot kill go! (Pump up the volume) (Pump up the volume) [Verse 1] I say, thinkin' of a master plan Motherfucker, I'm a mastermind I'm an 18-year-old dollar sign I'm a one-man tragedy, I'm Columbine I'm sharp as fuck but no porcupine Penitentiary blade to cut yo' ass up Good-lookin' hunk Lookin' for anybody thats lookin' for me Shotty look 'em right in the eye What do I see? A scared nigga waitin' to die A scared nigga, I even got you a suit and tie Something suitable Sledge hammer break down your nail cuticles Nigga, I do the unusual Torture Anything is necessary in the art of war Slam his head inside the suicidal doors Do him like li'l man off Players Club Roll around till his knees rub Shit I'm a ground hog No, I'm a young hog Hoggin' up all the money from all a y'all It's funny how all y'all wanna be my associates Come around, smile, like that shit is appropriate I'ma put it to your skullcap and open it Leave it on the side with that ho you was rollin' with I'm rollin' with the nine millimeter close to my nuts and dick You know who you fuckin' with? I'm done with regular bowel movements I'm on some other shit I'm a fuckin beast, you a fuckin' bitch I'ma fuck your bitch Then send her back to you Let her suck some dick, then let her kiss on you Now, ain't that a bitch? That ain't right, but that’s my life If you don’t like then we gon’ fight Psyche—you gon’ be fightin' a bullet (Pump up the volume) (Pump up the volume) [Verse 2] Where the pump at? Thinkin' of a master plan Mothafucker, I'm a mastermind I'm a 18-year-old dollar sign I'm a one-man tragedy, I'm Columbine Shit, you already know what I'm about Keep the guns by the couch in the living room Company act up, we give it to them Send it to them like emails Let them sell his soul Put his body on retail If we do dirt and you tell We gon’ put you under dirt He was a good person He was down to earth but now he down to earth Chillin' with the worms and the insects, his brother gon’ be next His mother gon’ be after him, kill the family tree If they fuckin' with him and that "him" is me And that limb is lost on your body Aiming at your feet, probably [Outro] Training day Sniper music Sniper music One shot kill I told you before One shot kill I told you before One shot kill I told you before One shot kill One shot kill One shot kill