Lyrics Twisted Insane – Murda Kill

Murda kill, die now nigga’s like murda kill
Run if your bitch ass-set nigga hold on to this muthafucka
Put his ass on the murder will (brainsick)
Did the motherfucker on the murder kill

I’m always having visions of my death
Waiting for the reaper, nigga what up?
I’m posted in the corner with the tech
It’s the shit to make you little niggas shut up
I hit the corner store to get some lays
I tried to grab the wheel but I was faded
Ive been drinking take a where for 30 days
At the rate that I was going
Man I barely fucking made it blood
Run up on em I get it manic
And I fill em on the ceiling with the sick thoughts
You being the bitch and I be in the whip lookin for a nigga
Wrist-watch
You be talking boutta motherfucka like he really wanna get his bitch shot
Ass hurt, what you really wanna do
I got the hoe stroke on this cock
Amazing
Everybody want a little for a little tasting
Go ahead that’s more bread
I got more head than Beijing
Sick up in the brain

Murda kill, die now nigga’s like murda kill
Run if your bitch ass-set nigga hold on to this muthafucka
Put his ass on the murder will (brainsick)
Did the motherfucker on the murder kill
Run if your bitch ass want
If my fists dont get it well the a who
Then a who then
The murder will
Mind full of sick thoughts x8

I tried to tell them all that I was dangerous
They ain’t pay attention to me when I
Told em all I will deal em on some pancakes
Save the rest for lunch and some for dinner
I told em all I will be back in the end
The bitch, you tried to cover up the peephole
But I ain’t stoppin till you got a shit bag and your pissin blood from out your motherfuckin pee hole
Bitch you wanna war then you can take these
Take heat
Lay him on the floor and watch the brains leak
May he rest in peace, a beast
So quick and breezy
Wait we have to get the fuck up out
The safe weak
Ain’t we mobile
Doing funny shit to get me in your photo
Don’t you want to be down with the brainsick? no go
Walk into my functions you just there in like a pogo
And I know all my lyrics they put one in my solo
On a mission when I’m comin through a nigga window
Back up, masked up, hold up
Where the fuck a nigga been bro?
You been undercover like a mothafucka
Fuck you talkin bout you been broke
If I knew you was still here your bitch ass would’ve been smoked
Bummy
Layin’ down in the dirt with no money
Niggas talk hella hard till they start to run from me
Put em in the front seat
Prepare to crash dummy
(Doo doo doo doo doo)
That’s what you get for acting hella funny
Turned into a vegetable
In a corner screaming bleeding out your testicles
And ain’t no bitch to be wanna be caught sittin’ next to you
He was too busy thinking too much with the rest of you
I bite like a pitbull
You run away everyday just like a bitch do
Nigga makin’ sure my name is all up in your mouth
And ill be makin’ sure your ass is caught up with a clip full, nigga

Murda kill, die now nigga’s like murda kill
Run if your bitch ass-set nigga hold on to this muthafucka
Put his ass on the murder will (brainsick)
Did the motherfucker on the murder kill
Run if your bitch ass want
If my fists don’t get it well the a who
Then a who then
The murder will
Mind full of sick thoughts x8