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axe murder boyz - m.o.e. lyrics

[verse 1: young wicked]
i’m so axl rose around my pack of smokes
sippin’ and spillin’ this jack and c0ke all over my clothes
kickin’ it on shows with bummest hoes
what you ain’t heard about young wicked?
oh sh-t, your momma know
i came to the crib, taking a hit
take a body to the back, gotta change it a bit
i ain’t came for f-cking, i’m just cuttin’ on this b-tches instead
cuttin’ on this b-tches neck, nothing with the every scream
m.o.e. baby murder over everything
i’m sicker than the avarage and i can’t find the antidote
pictures on my cameras, confessions of a cannibal
tryin’ to erase my visions but the voices bringing me back for more
murder more, have your bl–dy body hanging vertical
inner sleepy hollow like sweeney todd when i’m serving those
meat pies made from my sk!lls with the surgical
disguies as the cable guy on the service scope
he smiles when she realizes he’s murderer

[hook]
one more body, bl–dy bodies ain’t a thang
two, two more visions, three words on my brian
four, four, five, six, six, six like a scary dream
m.o.e. – murder over everything
murder over everything (murder more, murder more) x3
murder over everything, confessions of a cannibal
murder over everything (murder more, murder more) x3
murder over everything, confessions of a cannibal

[verse 2: bonez dubb]
murder motherf-cker, yeah they call me that all day and night
takin’ out the evil cause these b-tches don’t be actin’ right
yeah i’m tight, yeah i’m fresh, f-ck you up for talkin’ sh-t
shooting bullsh-t at me, but my shine will keep on blocking it
droppin’ clips murder more, i’m a f-ckin’ animal
like a lion i’m a king and k!llin’ all them f-cking hoes
call me freddy when you’re sleepin’, i’ll be standin’ over you
dice you up and serve you up for dinner too, coming through
get it right, murder over everything
don’t give a f-ck what you bring, cause it don’t affect me
m.o.e. till i d.i.e., what you know bout a.m.b.?
garcia brother and i rep that a.x.e
sick in the head, sick in the dome
bodies burried beneath my home
and now you know, i filled my four and want some more
when i rock, when i spit, when i smoke
when you see the a.m.b, it’s m.o.e

[hook]

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