Murder Is an Artform (feat. Tha God Fahim & Blacastan)

– The, uh, manifestation of a certain quality in, not the human experience, but what has been understood as the human experience. It's a quality that people are frightened of, it's a quality that people consider evil, and it's something that has been very little understood until now

Billionaire Boys Club, homie, I'm a Bathing Ape

There's seven MAC-11's in the duffy, money, maybe eight

Directed energy weapon'll make 'em radiate

Carry bodies, drop a motherfucker like he baby weight

I'm in my bag and all the thoughts is in the database

I will take a kitchen utensil and cheese-grate his face

I got the heavy artillery like a naval base

He was affected by limitations, so say his grace

A lot of motherfuckers is doin' a lot of bitchin'

They light work, homie, it's out of my jurisdiction

How I'm supposed to help a man without a pot to piss in?

And bullets is my energy, I'm out of ammunition

We cookin' pies, that's why he mistook me for a chef

He was pussy when he came, he was pussy when he left

You a vic, and a vic the best way to make a profit

I guess you gotta crack a couple eggs to make an omelette

I keep a soul eater, temperatures risin' just like a fever

Open your top like a two liter

I pump steel like Hogan

Fear is not a factor, no Rogan

I'll put the burner to you like the slogan

This The Omen, when I'm around, you outspoken

I'm sippin' potion, live by the code and notion

Give you a thirty round clip with no emotion

Dip, ride off to slow motion to cause more commotion

I got a violent mind with mostly peaceful thoughts

I peeped your vault, I do crimes and don't get caught

This AR-15 I just bought, added the bump stock

Do you like Henny and put you under rocks

Do you like Mick Foley, I'll beat you with a sock

Full of batteries and nickels before I even box

All I see is sevens like the slots

Seven shots, the only way you see me at the top

Yo, raised in the hood, taught skills in the lobbies

Robberies, one false move, turn to hommies

Dog eat dog, vicious, kennel full of rotties

Sixteen years old, multiple bodies

Sawed shotties, down to kill **** over Carti's

Kick game swifter than karate

Bitches snap pics like paparazzi

I roll dice like Yahtzee

Cee-Lo, even when it's forty below

You know the steelo, we comin' for them kilos

Loadin' up the sticks and take shots like free throws

Pretty **** gettin' buried in tuxedos

Playin' the hero, I'll send you back to Channel Zero

Even Robert De Niro could get popped when I'm holdin' a barrel

Loadin' the ammo, lettin' it go like arrows

Gang-gang, initiated by the Philly Pharaoh

You the same as 6ix9ine singin' like a sparrow