Murda Was the Case

It’s gon be a murda, Murder was the case,

Guns drawn it’s on, all gas and no brakes,

They heard us, we clap at those snakes,

Slither fast in grass, whatever it takes,

If the body don’t drop, then imma let it hang on em,

Blade don’t cut then imma let it bang on em’,

Make them all sang on em’, the Gang I embrace, drink up, weed laced, cuz murder was the case

When I’m facing a mic, murder’s displaying tonight,

When I’m craving a fight, the buttas getting laced and it’s tight,

And when I’m praying to right, all my wrongs I’m able to slice,

My own wrists, make you watch it, you want the blade or the knife?

Brain most scattered, and most sickening, no sympathy,

I roll spliffs in a 06, it’s a whole chimney,

This gold link w me is below the zero wind’ll freeze,

The whole chain to use it as rope, and it’s cold glistening,

Turn you to rotisserie, lurk on ya hoe twitter feed,

Mercy I don’t give it, my dirt isn’t no misdemea,

Nor it’s a whole felony, churches can hold mass,

No passover, trust me the sermon’s a whole symphony,

It did occur to me I missed my turn yes in the terms,

Of killing worms, and snakes slither first, but I’ll slit my wrists before I let the venom disperse, and run within ya heard,

I’m coming trough to kill ya plans like my definition verse

It’s gon be a murda, Murder was the case,

Guns drawn it’s on, all gas and no brakes,

They heard us, we clap at those snakes,

Slither fast in grass, whatever it takes,

If the body don’t drop, then imma let it hang on em,

Blade don’t cut then imma let it bang on em’,

Make them all sang on em’, the Gang I embrace, drink up, weed laced, cuz murder was the case

If you aint tryna make milly w me, you distracting

Heard a couple clowns wanna get in to the action

Need the whole pie, i dont want a small fraction

Bashing the front of ya car w lights flashing

I can sip wine & water, i like crashing

Fire off the top, you thought i was mike jackson

In the end i am the one, to pop guns

At myself to avoid givin you the satisfaction

I move thru the street, im inducing a coma to

Prove you asleep, i dont fool w the weak

I aint cool w the dudes, who is stupid to me

Full moon got the wolf, on the move to the sheep

Dont fuck w me, gotta watch for me, cant put ya trust in me,

This shit get real deep in my submarine,

Long hair, fuck around and look up to me

& start praying for anybody who stuck w me

It’s gon be a murda, Murder was the case,

Guns drawn it’s on, all gas and no brakes,

They heard us, we clap at those snakes,

Slither fast in grass, whatever it takes,

If the body don’t drop, then imma let it hang on em,

Blade don’t cut then imma let it bang on em’,

Make them all sang on em’, the Gang I embrace, drink up, weed laced, cuz murder was the case