Released: September 8, 2018

Songwriter: Dominique Laurent Russ

Producer: Russ

[Intro]
Yeah. This beat is crazy, shout out to me. All you little fuckin', uh, D League, peasant, tier 98-ass rappers and little clickbait-ass journalists and shit, y'all can suck my dick. I never even met y'all man, y'all so fuckin' obsessed. I'm on some kill everybody shit, fuck y'all!

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I've been withholdin', I really feel like explodin'
People pokin', provokin', I'm suffocating, I'm chokin'
The feeling that no one gets it, I just try to suppress it
I really need to express it, I really should reinvest it
And go off, off, off on you bitches
I wonder why these fuckin' grown men always talkin' like bitches
Y'all so obsessed with me, I've never even talked to you bitches
I'd run you over with my Lambo, wouldn't stop for you bitches
I'm at my breaking point, I can wave and point
And they'll start breaking joints so loudly, exclamation point
Rappers takin' bribes, they be shavin' points
I see the game from every angle, I be playin' point
I be playin' coach, I be playin' owner
I be playin' fan, and I play promoter
Gettin' great exposure from all the hate, y'all are hustling backwards
This goes for anybody and any bum-ass rapper, pussy

[Chorus]
Now you leave me no choice
I have to kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Now you leave me no choice
I have to kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Kill 'em all (kill 'em all)

[Verse 2]
Yeah
Any rapper can get it, I'm sending headshots, headshots
You can't talk to me if you can't sell out Red Rocks, Red Rocks
That's ten thousand, watch your mouth when you speak 'bout your superiors
Premeditated murder, I'm plottin' with my Nigerians (Yes, oh!)
Peekin' through you, chiefin' and eating fufu
We see what this dreamin' grew to, arenas in Honolulu
Doin' streams like I'm Hulu, Lambo talks via Bluetooth
People tryna do voodoo, this zoo is making me coo-coo
And fuck the media and the politics in this industry
The snakes and the lies and the gossip in this industry
And fuck these WWE-ass rappers
High school mentality, glee-ass rappers
Fake family ties, y'all say brother too much
Y'all get played by the same women, y'all say you love her too much
And y'all be runnin' from the truth, y'all take cover too much
I'm gettin' tired of this shit, man, enough is enough

[Chorus]
Now you leave me no choice
I have to kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Now you leave me no choice
I have to kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Kill 'em all (kill 'em all)

[Verse 3]
Yeah
Rappers dissin' for attention that their music ain't gettin'
I understand, it's frustratin' watching my rapid ascension
Watching arenas sell out, watching my plaques multiply
When you ain't headlined a tour, and when you drop they don't buy
But you got followers though, but what they followin' for
But that's 'cause most of them are fake, let me let your followers know
That y'all be payin' social media agencies twenty thou' every month
Just to comment, like, and follow your account
It's all a front, y'all are glorified Instagram entertainers
Got millions of followers, but can't even sell out your basement
Y'all droppin' antics and skits 'cause you can't drop a hit
Flashin' jewelry, posting lean, poppin' Xanax for clicks
Infatuated with designer, costume shop carollers
Bunch of crackheads and clowns, bunch of Boondocks characters
Damn, y'all not scarin' us with your Internet loose lips
I been at the same festivals y'all don't do shit

[Chorus]
Now you leave me no choice
I have to kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Now you leave me no choice
I have to kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
Kill 'em all (kill 'em all)

[Outro]
Man, I don't even like that it's this easy to write whole songs and shit about this type of shit. Sometimes you just gotta get it off your chest though. I hope the fans understand that sometimes I really be tryna leave this shit, man. I miss my old shit sometimes. Fuck it

Russ

Russell Vitale is a rapper from Atlanta, Georgia, by way of New Jersey. A lifelong fan of rap, Russ began writing raps in his notebook at the age of 7. At 14, he began making beats, producing for his friend Bugus who had dreams of making it as a rapper. In high school, Russ made the decision to also pursue a career as a rapper himself.

Between 2011 and 2014, Russ released 11 mixtapes. These received minimal attention, and Russ decided to wait to release his debut album until he had enough of an audience. What followed was 96 consecutive weekly singles released to his SoundCloud page. Two notables among the slew of singles were “What They Want” and “Losin Control,” both of which ended up being certified 2x Platinum by the RIAA.

On May 5, 2017, Russ released his debut album There’s Really A Wolf, which spawned 7 singles with Gold certification or higher and was certified Platinum within a year of its release. A year later, his sophomore project ZOO came to be on September 7, 2018, this time opting to enlist external producers and featured artists. Then, at the end of January 2020, he dropped his long-awaited SHAKE THE SNOW GLOBE album, where he talks about love, haters and his wealth.