MURDER

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M. Hostilis

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Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!

These are the ravings
Of a man who is insane
Projecting the dichotomy
Of his brain
Like red rain
Squirting from a fresh wound
That I made in your veins
I wonder if I drink it
Will it kill all my pain?
Lyrics pointed at
Your heart spiritually
But flows coming out of
Me quite devilishly
Make your bitch sing
Like a bird in a tree
When I nut in her guts
She moans sexually
I love it when them
Punks tryna jump me
Leave them twisted
On the curb like Gumby
And if Death is pretty
Then you're lookin quite lovely
Your ex bitch in my DMs
She tryna suck me
What's in this drink?
They tryna drug me?
F*ck me then rob me
Passed out like Cardi B?
Don't need no part
In that bitch's sleepy tea
I'd rather pop cid and get lit
With the demons inside me!
Bitches get wet when
They find out I grow trees
Easy to please with ease
They drop their panties
Grab them by the booty
And then eat it like its candy
Then I'm out gladly
Before her mans come blasting
Time's always passing
And action's my fashion
What's never out of style
Is trapping old fashioned
If you trying to f*ck
With the checks I be cashing
You finna catch
The front end of a mac ten
Sell your eyes on the dark web
So I can pay my rent
The blind man called back
Best money he ever spent
Guess you can determine
Where my soul is going to be sent
Better hit the church before
The Devil come and collect
Since the time I spent in Hell
Is where I've earned respect
But like a bad soldier
It's now time to defect
If you're in my way
You know you're
Always finna get wrecked
With a bullet in your brain
Shuffled like a card deck!

Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!

Coming at you murderous
I'll hit you with the art of war
Collecting all the guts
And now I'm screaming
Next to bloody gore
The thirst for flesh
Ensues the more like
Dogs that lick it off the floor
The pope and all the saints inside
The chapel by the burning gates
Now your efforts in this instance
Are like breast feeding dead infants
Bringing terror to your visions
Leatherface I'll wear your visage
I'm a source of weaponry
Cause Satan's sitting next to me
While demons flying in my mind
Unearth the shells beneath the flies
Grabbing on your bitch's yams
And now she need a mammogram
Because these souls disastrous
Breed semen that is cancerous
She huffing and she moaning
When I'm stuffing her with dick
And she could build a house
With the bricks she shit
When I move my hips
And the g spot's hit
I'm cutting off your ear
And then I'll mail it to your ex
Now I'm an artist cause
It's a Van Gogh flex
Hit you in your jugular veins
When you least expect
I'm owed a lot of souls
And now it's time for me to collect

Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
Murder!
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Murder!

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