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Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Murder
Murder, that's what I be yellin'
With a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die
Murder, that's what I be yellin'
With a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die
Murder, that's what I be yellin'
With a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die
Murder, that's what I be yellin'
With a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die
Ninety-nine ways to die, haven't you ever heard of me
Loadin' my clip, blastin' my nine, watchin' you bitches fall, see
My pimpin' ain't slippin', you bitches are trickin'
I'm takin' my time for doin' a crime
Get on the track and sellin' them thangs
Pick up this shit 'cause it's all in the game
Livin' the life and I'm doin' the same, grabbin' the shisha, callin' the mane
Who do you turn to for your masterplan? You call the Skeemask man
I'm doin' a dance, breakin' your ass, headin' in that murder path
That blood, redrum, now you know I'm the devil's son
Ten ways I've killed, it's only eighty-nine more
I'm standin', Tom walkin', Tom ready to make a move on y'all
But man, my demon is ready to kill at will
I feel like the man that's cursed, livin' in a fuckin' hearse
What should I do? I think I'd better call like an obscene phone caller
I know your ass better holler like a fuckin' dollar
Hold up, one get up, son, here I come with the nine millimeter
I meet ya, just like the fuckin' Grim Reaper
Bitch, goodbye to your lady, I laid down the law with the rest of my kinfolk
The cheefa, the reefer, mane, got the 4-5 ready to
Smoke, another **** off my block, I seen my other
Kinfolks with two Glocks, I had to give that **** his props
It don't stop, my nine is ready to sing
My player haters don't know, that Skeemask is ready to swing
Mo' Murder, because them laws are broken every day
So what can I say, you know I'm screamin' mo'
Murder, that's what I be yellin'
With a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die
Murder, that's what I be yellin'
With a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die
Murder, that's what I be yellin'
With a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die
Murder, that's what I be yellin'
With a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die
On the streets, it seems to be a million ways to die
So don't you try, steppin' up to that real ****, stay high
'Cause I dwells with the Wolf pack of killers
Holdin' bodies off, evidence in the river
**** ain't got a second thought
Marched and he got caught with that shit that he bought
'Cause I peeped out his set-up
So along the way, kickin' it with this ****, you know he fucked up
And said some shit that I didn't like
Made a **** like stay high, ugh, think twice
From the jump, I was paranoid
Pullin' that gank and the way he was talkin' made me call my boys
Told 'em, "Meet a **** up on that old street"
Bring the mask and the motherfuckin' Glocks, G
It's about to be a kidnappin'
When I hit the block, faces unidentified so get to jackin'
And this **** that I'm with don't know what's goin' on
Wolf pack got the chromes to our fuckin' dome
And I already knew where we was headed
Straight to the river, time for drastic measures
On the way them **** threw me out
Only them real motherfuckers know what I'm talkin' about
Bogus player haters better take it in
We done done dirt and back up on that block screamin' once again
Murder, that's what I be yellin'
With a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die
Murder, that's what I be yellin'
With a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die
Murder, that's what I be yellin'
With a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die
Written by: Kriss Gomez
