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MURDER SHE WROTE (feat. Kid Lovell & Lil Scarett)
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MURDER SHE WROTE (feat. Kid Lovell & Lil Scarett) was released on February 13, 2026 by Grave Nation as a part of the album 22
Album22
February 13, 2026
LabelGrave Nation
LanguageEnglish
BPM69
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

I'm on my way to the station, it's not your place
Rags and bags all in my pocket, should've stored your moves for days
You're not the same, so try to fucking play this
Every day, running with your man
187 on a hater, got two blades like the raiders
I just pulled up in all black, got me feeling like Darth Vader
Slice him up, hit with the fucking lightsaber
I just killed off all the bloc, then I disappeared like poop
Got to start it, I ain't talking bout the taste of all these demons fighting
I'm on my way to the station, it's not your place
I'm on my way to the station, it's not your place
I'm on my way to the station, it's not your place
I'm on my way to the station, it's not your place
187 on a hater, got two blades like the raiders
I just pulled up in all black, got me feeling like Darth Vader
Slice him up, hit with the fucking lightsaber
I just killed off all the bloc, then I disappeared like poop
Got to start it, I ain't talking bout the taste of all these demons fighting
I've always been a freak of nature, like y'all gonna meet the way I vividly describe your
Death on this piece of paper
Why you talking motherfucking about this Ruger fucking shit
I'm on my way to the station, it's not your place
Rags and bags all in my pocket, should've stored your moves for days
You're not the same, so try to fuck this
Every day, running with your man
187 on a hater, got two blades like the raiders
I just killed off all the bloc, got me feeling like Darth Vader
Slice him up, hit with the lightsaber
I just killed off all the bloc, then I disappeared like poop
Got to start it, I ain't talking bout the taste of all these demons fighting
I've always been a freak of nature, like y'all gonna meet the way I vividly describe your
Death on this piece of paper
Why you talking motherfucking about this Ruger fucking shit
I'm on my way to the station, it's not your place
Rags and bags all in my pocket, should've stored your moves for days
You're not the same, so try to fuck this
Every day, running with your man
187 on a hater, got two blades like the raiders
I just killed off all the bloc, should've stored your moves for days
Why you talking motherfucking about this Ruger feeling rude
And wipe your nose, that boy got sugar
Scream inside, I am a shooter
Bunny up, it's funny
Now this leg will rock, that **** limping
Five-five-6, we'll rip through flesh, walk through his chest, his body fricking
No, in the bottom of hell, my home
There's blood on my head that froze
It's covered in blood and bones
They say I could stop
No, keep feeling the worst
I know
Our world is burning hot, slow
In hell, it's mercy
The scythe is remorseless
Written by: WXSTED XXIX
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