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Murda Man
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Murda Man was released on June 6, 2015 by Bad Mind as a part of the album Judgement
June 6, 2015
LabelBad Mind
LanguageEnglish
BPM59
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Murda, murda
Murda, murda
Murda, murda
Murda, murda
Murda, murda
Murda, murda
Murda, murda
Murda, murda
May all my enemies rot in pieces (Rot in pieces)
Victims to my hate, I hope that they have prayed to Jesus (Have prayed to Jesus)
'Cause you don't wanna fuck with the murda man
You don't wanna fuck with the murda man
You don't wanna fuck with the murda man
You don't wanna fuck with that murda mane
No mercy shown to my opposition (My opposition)
Be careful how you are moving, you just may end up missing (May end up missing)
'Cause you don't wanna fuck with the murda man
You don't wanna fuck with the murda man
You don't wanna fuck with the murda man
You don't wanna fuck with that murda mane
Meditating on a death of an adversary and how to do this (Do it)
Shouldn't have fucked with the murda man (nah), bro I thought you knew this
Should I pop his top off in broad daylight in front of his mama's crib? (Yes)
Or should I catch him alone in the darkness (darkness) and stick him with that icepick? (Shit)
Do it for profit or do it for free (Free)
Bitch, fuck your whole clique (Fuck!)
Pop off with that thirty and watch 'em all flee (Bruh)
Alive with glee as the brain's out, the blood of men onto the street
Wanna fuck around with a killa like me? (Yeah)
Fuckboy should have been packing that heat (Should)
Now it's just more body parts for the feast
Ravenous beast (ugh!) flesh in my teeth
A cannibal far past insanity, organs decay, wrapped up in sheets
Only few will remain, scatter the rest of them across the river bank
The flies will come when the pieces start to stink (Yeah)
And the papers keep reporting
More homicides reported from the night to the morning
And the story will keep going with no ending (It never end)
Until I feel the heat of whatever soul I have left descending (Burn)
May all my enemies rot in pieces (Rot in pieces)
Victims to my hate, I hope that they have prayed to Jesus (Have prayed to Jesus)
'Cause you don't wanna fuck with the murda man
You don't wanna fuck with the murda man
You don't wanna fuck with the murda man
You don't wanna fuck with that murda mane
No mercy shown to my opposition (My opposition)
Be careful how you are moving, you just may end up missing (May end up missing)
'Cause you don't wanna fuck with the murda man
You don't wanna fuck with the murda man
You don't wanna fuck with the murda man
You don't wanna fuck with that murda mane
We kill 'em, we kill 'em, we kill 'em
Why they wanna test me on this murda?
We kill 'em, we kill 'em, we kill 'em
Why they wanna test me on this murda?
I dwell in the shadows (Shadows)
My eyes have no soul, my heart is so shallow (Shallow)
I roam in the cellar (cellar) preparing the slaughter upon all these cattle (Cattle)
I have my tools ready (Ready)
I remain calm, my parts are so steady (Steady)
The feeling gets heavy (Heavy)
Knowing it's the one that is so deadly (Deadly)
[Flash got peoples?] trembling (Trembling)
It's too late for fear, no time for backpedaling (Pedaling)
So many tears (tears), when I pulled back the string, get the chainsaws revving (Revving)
You can pray all day (all day), but there will be no resurrecting (Nah)
You will stay awake (awake), decide to give a dissecting
Body part by body part, become accepting of your death (Of your death)
This is the last moment of life
Body part by body part, bare witness to your end (Your end)
This is the moment that you die
May all my enemies rot in pieces (Rot in pieces)
Victims to my hate, I hope that they have prayed to Jesus (Have prayed to Jesus)
'Cause you don't wanna fuck with the murda man
You don't wanna fuck with the murda man
You don't wanna fuck with the murda man
You don't wanna fuck with that murda mane
No mercy shown to my opposition (My opposition)
Be careful how you are moving, you just may end up missing (May end up missing)
'Cause you don't wanna fuck with the murda man
You don't wanna fuck with the murda man
You don't wanna fuck with the murda man
You don't wanna fuck with that murda mane
We all fall
We all fall
Written by: Keith James Kosmopolis
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