Lyrics Craig Xen – Murder
Text:
Woke up like whose face am I gon’ fuck up today
Anybody wanna get into it with me, I’ma get into it with ’em
I’ma leave ’em to lay
Ayy, yeah that shit’s smackin’, nigga
We can clip all that shit
Look, ayy, ayy, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh, yuh
Bitch, I woke up like whose face am I gon’ fuck up today
Anybody wanna get into it with me, I’ma get into it with ’em, I’ma leave ’em to lay
Ok, I woke up like this morning who I’m fin’ kill today
Break bread on the face, smoke a blunt full of blood and then I paint me a way
Yeah it’s that murder, murder, leave ’em hurtin’
Pull up on ’em whippin’ in a black Suburban
Ayo for certain, fuck nigga lurkin’
Spit like a hundred round drum now he squirmin’
Glock .45 when I move on the low
Ok I think it’s safe to say the devil’s got my soul
Ok now move out with that work, I got the work on the low
Diamonds white like Mike Tyson got the «K» and the «O.»
Got that AK, gotta let it spray
Gotta let the choppa chop up his face
Man down, hundred round
Drummin’ like a motherfuckin’ high school band
I be like «Hey say, bitch, come my way
Finna knock your ass back to yesterday»
Way hate? I’m pumping brakes
They say I’m too psycho in my brain
Psycho in the brain, woke up entertained
Like who the fuck strap this straight jacket?
When I find buddy I’ma let ’em have it
Fuck on a bad bitch right deep on my attic (Ayy)
Damn, it’s affect to the bands in my attic (Yeah, ayy)
Momma ain’t know she was raising a savage (Bitch, ayy)
Band outta can, gotta get another band
And indeed another grand, hunnid grand what I master
To the afterlife I be a demonize goddamn shady bastard
Scratch on the palm of my hand
Breakin’ laws of the land, committed to die living insane
With a blade six inches, influencen
Death to any and everybody against us
(Ooh) yeah
Sample that bitch, yeah
Diablo on the beat, bitch
Ayy
