"Kill Murder"(feat. Turtle Banxx)[Turtle Banxx]
most of you motherf**kers is comical
the rule like me is impossible
verbally illogical I took the heat and then
followed you to your residence
and spread your molecules blood floods your
follicles
damn right we don't acknowledge you
the streets got eyes of leopard for telling
niggas to up weaponry
when they see your as* blast and feed your as* to
the fish
life's a bit*h that'll suck ya dick
and tell them guys we hit that cash
kick as* nigga they coming for the whole pie
old time guys that wont be satisfied till you lay
in a grave
wont be satisfied till the location of the safe
cave
some were shining too much so I hide in the shade
the minute you made this move gave him one to his
brain
[chorus]
kill kill kill murder murder murder
kill kill kill murder murder murder
in every video its
kill kill kill murder murder murder
in every studio its
kill kill kill murder murder murder
and tell me who ya know that
kill kill kill murder murder murder
in every video its
kill kill kill murder murder murder
in every studio its
kill kill kill murder murder murder
and tell me who ya know that
kill kill kill murder murder murder
[Turtle Banxx]
now I roll like minutes and foes with killers
that fold
idiotic motherf**kers smokin 'dro by the O's
more by the box so whats this is how we rock it
beats by Cayex and Toxic
China White find a mic
imagine you cant stop it
enough of profit haters make me sick stay on the
dick
talking like they made me rich bit*h please face
it
legit ballin gave me this and you cant take me
cause you cant make it in this game you gotta
hate it
niggas kill me with that weak sh*t come around on
street shit
guns that don't reach sh*t in a talk of insanity
deaths wanted at your as* blast your identity
ain't no hoes over you ain't know
we don't fold we monopolize and ostracize hoes
bit*h as* niggas that try to rise
I'm sick of the die sick of the knives sick of
the guy that say
[chorus][Twista]
I had smoked three fillos falling on these
spindles
its Twist and T Bizzle
when i blast heat metal he like like beat bittles
we little
niggas act like the heart and the heartless
that still bust contrages that rip through
cartilage
turn these mortals into gods and godesses
I bury ya slug in them haters claiming they veins
pump up
burying blood turns out y'all the scariest thug
on my nutsac thats how I get into sack
sorrow hollows I spit at ya jag if he don't die
he gonna sh*t in a bag
from K Town to V.I.P. ain't no V.I.P.
ain't no three I.D.'s
that'll get you to a place where we got keys and
peas off our trees
controversy wild niggas thats thirsty and bodily
fluids
smoking terror that'll smell bloody hands on your
soul like mascara
disciples of death
you wont even hear fears in they cry
don't you hear that cold in they throat and see
they tears in they eyes
my niggas rhyme thats all I love
put a bullet to the sky but a nigga gotta die if
he call my blood
so watch it when you say
[chorus]
kill kill kill murder murder murder
kill kill kill murder murder murder
kill kill kill murder murder murder
kill kill kill
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