Lyrics:
get away with
Murder, murder (ooh)
Murder, murder (ooh)
Ya you get away, get away with
Maybe you should be at hand 'cause
'Cause you too much
Murder, murder, kill, kill
My victim list is real
Let's add you to the archive (archive)
Watch me as I drill inside your
Head and take your past (past)
the x is
Whippin' in the kitchen, both hands ambidextrous
Recession got the hood pushin' more than time clocks
So I dropped a hundred in the streets I
murdered, it's murder
God ain't put us on the Earth to get murdered, it's murder
Don't point your weapons at me
Seen the pictures, feel the pain, scandalous
wrong
Haven't felt like this in a little while
Tell it by your smile, you's a pretty little liar
Tell it by your style, you's a little bit of wild
wizardry
On next part I, insert code
To sweeten up the little person's murder workload
Artillery work fo', see I A with A
A operative, a operate
The little homies ride, multiply and divide
Let's ride, till the figures get right
Ese Venom, Ese Rabbit put in work on the mic
We can murder by numbers,
because my little brother
A shooter as well
And our pop shot nice, he remind us of Del
Pump to your mouth you asthmatic?
It don't matter cause either way
It's that death by murder
As a bullet in your body make a merger
You can trust me in the court room imma purger
I swear I didn't murder her
Had
hurts from Daddy's deeds"
Hush, little baby, don't you cry
Mama's gonna lick your pussy dry (Sarah)
Don't you cry, and don't you shout
And I'll tell
Murderer
Blood is on your shoulders
Kill I today you cannot kill I tomorrow
Murder
Your insides must be hollow
How does it feel to take the life
Murderer
Blood is on your shoulders
Kill I today you cannot kill I tomorrow
Murder
Your insides must be hollow
How does it feel to take the life
anxious little hands
I'd be equally as willing
For a dentist to be drilling
Than to ever let a woman in my life
I'm a very gentle man
Even-tempered
to your own life
I do that too when I listen to music
That's why I'm doing this for you
And a little bit for me
That's why I'm doing this for you
That's why
Or the wilted demon Milton Friedman?
Getting rich off the sick and diseases
Meds out of reach for the worst off who need them
Heres a business plan..
Eat some
emergency
On a murder spree till they murder me
I've been fighting with uncertainty
Now I roam the streets hatchet in hand
Till it meets the head of a pervy
your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
your dreams then your end is near
Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon
We're calling you, there's a war
If it comes not just too tall for you
You
provin'
He's worth again
With hammer in hand he wins
Retreated to his home
Loki "died" by suicide and Odin
Sat back on the throne
Okay, let's take it back
Or roller skate or catch the bus
There is a fence and a gate twisted by hand
There is a fig tree taller than you in Indiana
It will make you gasp
It might
Cleveland
Ha, ha! What's poppin', nigga?
Put your muthafucking hands on your strap, nigga
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it
Cleveland
Ha, ha! What's poppin', nigga?
Put your muthafucking hands on your strap, nigga
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it
Cleveland
Ha, ha! What's poppin', nigga?
Put your muthafucking hands on your strap, nigga
Thug Luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it
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