Lust for Murder_x

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Dononvan Rowell

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Skit 1

Rest In Peace J Mack, that nigga taught me how to kill a man with my bear hands when I was 8 years old

That’s back when my aunty stayed in Pinewood apartments

This murder shit run through my bloodline

My Detroit family passed some demons to my soul I can’t escape


Verse 1

Somethin’ bout this sensation, been patiently waitin

Inner demons embrace em, my mind went vacant

Can’t roll these dice again once these muthafuckas hit tha pavement

But I won’t ask for no saving grace bitch

I’m way too anxious, been contemplatin’

Now it’s time for this aggravation to coincide w demonstration

Been rollin by ya address for some weeks I can’t mistake it

Like I can close my eyes & recite ya license plate letter placement

Been itching, to make you a victim

Can’t leave no witness, feelin demonic & viscous

Move with the cruelest intentions, yo death is my mission

Turn yo body into commission for the local mortician

This disposition is the devil’s ambition

Feeling wicked and twisted tell God to spare his forgiveness

No regret in decisions, gotta move with precision

Since 16 I had dreams of growing up to be a killer


Skit 2

Nah like back in 2010, I was rolling a blunt on my auntie back porch right, me and my cousin kicking it bout life he don’t smoke

We hear police sirens going to the projects, nothing new

His older brother and our homeboy Dre come running through the front door

My cousin Toon run downstairs, grabbed a chrome and wood 9mm

He came upstairs set it on his momma dinning room table, Dre cousin got hit

I was 16, I picked it up and tucked it,

Toon like you gotta chill bro, you still on probation


Verse 2

Head shot make you look like a virgin when she her cherry popped

All forensics saw was red spilling from yo head thought you was carrot top

You would think I was employed by FedEx way a nigga know yo whereabouts

Ain’t no lifeguard doing cpr but I’ll dive in that water & air you out

Ain’t no hibachi chef but I’ll crack it & leave yolk spilling out yo egg

This real life, ain’t no Netflix, but you do resemble tha walking dead

Call me Santa, way I get to sliding you thought I had a sled

Call you Rudolph when I put that beam on you turn yo nose red

Matter fact, yo whole face

Don’t mistake it for no Heineken when I say it’s a cold case

Pull up cleaning shit, named this pistol Colgate

Thought he was a shark in tha water, chopped into sushi, made a whole plate

I’m smooth but move dirty somethin like Pepe Le Plew

Never dreamt of going to tha NBA, still born to shoot

Got range like Kobe, can score a three or a two

This gun must believe in equal rights, why? we shootin women too


Skit 3
Back in 2010 or 2011, in my city a fourteen year old committed a double homicide

Two women tried to pay him with counterfeit money

I ended up in a juvenile program with dawg when I was 16

They gave homie life

I ended up meeting his father in county jail when I was 24

Some people just have a certain impulse passed from generation to generation


Verse 3

I can tell you love eatin pussy, suddenly cat got yo tongue

Music & Murder is synonymous, dreamin bout it since young

Guess you had Olympic dreams, way yo ass quick to run

Think you a star? Hit you with some bullets hotter than tha sun

Is crayola selling straps? This clip got different colors

You was right when you thought it was sweet, that’s why I’m bussin like a gusher

Got a gun from ancestry.com, found ya sister & ya brother

Or was it pornhub cause this nigga a muhfucka

Finna take a trip to Home Depot, got some screws loose

Walt Disney ass nigga ain’t no solider just a fuckin Goof Troop

Hunt em down, a chase is fun, remember that game duck duck goose

Catch a body, and feel like God, finna change my name to Zeus

Bitch my shot on point like tha end of a sentence

Finna buy a suit and a tie, this pistol bout business

They shoulda named you top ramen way you got cooked in an instant

Or it shoulda been Waldo cause bitch you definitely going missin


Skit 4

Promise you I made this song at my momma house

I don’t give a f*ck, she know I’ll leave a body on her front lawn

Wouldn’t regret anything about it

Only thing that’ll piss me off about it is her yelling at me about having to find a new place to live

For real man, they should legalize this shit,

I’d probably stop smoking weed, just wake up, find a motherfucker walking they dog and relieve some stress real quick

Think I might be a sociopath

Whatever I am I love it

This feeling is like a drug

Just wish the hoe ass government would get out the way, for real

You do it right tho and you’ll have them running in circles until the end of time, promise you

Just ask the Zodiac Killer, he’ll tell you

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