Lyrics:
you want
Come and jump
They get smoked
Like a blunt
Just for putting up the front
Little runt
Saving
Cause I'll murder all your friends
I'm awakened
It
Oooohhhhh
I won't be here long
Oooohhhhh
Oh god's gone take me to heaven
Run nigga, run nigga, run blakkk boy
Keep your hands out your pocket that's
My Nigga Charlie said "Go Ham"
So I treat this beat like a grown man
This is yo jam
Want a little romance? Talking bout Hold hands?
My bad, No ma'am
My Nigga Charlie said "Go Ham"
So I treat this beat like a grown man
This is yo jam
Want a little romance? Talking bout Hold hands?
My bad, No ma'am
a girl
She's the hand of doom
Pulling the trigger
Bye, bye sucker
She has got you and it's over
See in her eyes she loves murder
Hello baby
Nice work
And look pretty like a rose in the process!
Now put your hands up going with the flow
Try and follow mine that is how we roll
Now, let me hear them clap
your feet by using telekinesis
Pepe Le Pew flow its loving by hella stinky
See I came from a time when teenagers used a binky
And when I was younger I
masturbation
Satan's coroner, kiddies lock your door, it's the art of war
Spittin' horrorcore since Lionel Richie was a commodore
Its 'M' for Murder Hitchcock,
I
been dispersed
From the Northwest Territory to Madagascar
You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen by far
And I wish you luck on your quest to rule
clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle,
clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle,
on a park bench in and out of a nap
He says the system's screwed up, the money only goes up
He's at the bottom of the pit, just a little left in him to get by
around as if I'm someone else
Your hands are mine i do a trick
Pretend that I am you until it clicks
I come alive, come alive
In the fire I call your name
I said call a couple of your friends
'Cause me and my buddy Ben
We're gonna be back by to get you, little later on
Haha, yeah
When the stars
I'ma leave this bitch
Yo, I'm dying with yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made "Paparazzi"
we will protest
Murder Murder of the young ones
She chose she
Shes a sin murder her and keep the rapist
I'm so defeated by the world and its concepts
pourin out your hair
Nigga, any f**kin time nigga, any f**kin where
Make 'em bleed is the motto that, I live by
If you f**k with me it's a must you die
your Barney in the backyard
You dug it up with your bare hands—now that’s hard
Karma had a way of sorting that out
Fell out a tree, broken in pieces by
exploited.
Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm
And hand-held flame-throwers.
The poor and underprivileged are raped and tormented
By leaders who
Yo, it's simple murder but not incorparated
Homicide musically orchestrated big Syke
The government don't know that name I go by
I'm so high pit
rappers
Not to get embarrassed in the booth
Yo, it's a shame I say
Most of you rappers play
And get your written rhymes eaten by a DJ
But I'm a MC and it's
will get cha'
Wet cha', leave you on a stretcher, I bet cha'
He shook off and looking for shelter
Help a man and give a helping hand, stand by the plan
the intent of fascists
Blistering humanity has fallen by the wayside
Fuck your theories we are the way we are
The violence is out of control
If we paint
a psychopath, I'm never keepin' it plain
Lyrical murder is somethin' I've been about
Ever since I was a little kid, doodlin' in the class
Drew a picture of my
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