Tekst:
Murder

Gucci over do's it, does it the boys perfect Neck peice flooded, color scattered and perfect I'm worth 900, god damn I spent 100 But that's rap money,

I hear you on the radio You permeate my screen It's unkind but if I met you in a scissor fight I'd cut off both your wings on principle alone On principle

One chance is all you get And if I beat you to the draw, that's it Get your momma's black dress and call your family It's gonna be a murder, my reason

that maketh murder These, these, these are the words The words that maketh murder These, these, these are the words The words that maketh murder These, these, these are the words, murder

Premeditated Murder You can have Jesus They can have bombs In hindsight we speak out You praise all your wrongs Looking out windows And running through

Even if you didn't know your world's a pile of shit Listen to a riddle that'll tickle every bit of it Ha ha ha Ape shall not murder, ape wasn't so sure

this misery must be cleansed through me Malediction murder Homicidal law Afflictions choir You'll draw the shortest straw Malediction murder Genocidal

is murder, murder, my mind state Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate All I see is murder, murder, my mind state Murder, murder, murder

eye The cops reported you as just an another homicide But I can tell that you were just frustrated From living with Murder Incorporated Everywhere you look now, Murder Incorporated Murder