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j-$killz - murda (dfuob6) lyrics

beat produced by: dj hoppa(funk volume)
written, recorded & mastered by: j-$k!llz

“murda” for funk volume’s “don’t f-ck up our beats 6(dfuob6)”

(laughing)

verse:
funk volume!
i could never f-ck up your beat
hop in and sin
like every motherf-cker on this planet
say 7 hail marys
hope the lord forgive me
livin’ the best i can- survivin’ in any climate
from the murder capitol- flint michigan
say my name 3 times like the candy man
$k!llz k!ll you in the bad lands
i’m a bad man with a master plan
and a k!llers state of mind
murder mitten on my right hand
i plead the 5th!
with a machete and o.j.’s other mit
chasin’ b-tches with switches
itchin’ to leave you f-ckin’ sl-ts wide open
bleeding all over the place-
chalk outlined
with no suspects the only clue they gots
from a dj named hoppa
screamin’ his signatures signs a “money sign $”-
just like they say “money k!llz”
as i circle round-
and shoot the son of a snitch
hired to pry in my business
supply the dope beats
then hollerin’ wolf to the sheep
when these f-ggots sleep on my sh-t
they have nightmares of satan
f-ckin’ that -ss as he blares my sh-t
screamin’ f-ck you f-ggots
devilish lines with devilish minds
your soul is mine
motherf-cker- get over here
remember you signed the dotted line
you can never leave
trapped in the matrix feelin’ like the f-ckin’ ground hog day
turn on the radio keep hearing the same ol’ sh-t
murder this, k!ll that, k!ll her, f-ck him, f-ck her, f-ck him
d-mn j-
you should prolly chill smoke a blunt
and get drunk f-ck some strange
why? so i can end up like you guys?
why lie and sugar coat the sh-t
yeah i smoke, yeah i drink
but i don’t jump behind the wheel
like a f-ckin’ idiot who don’t give a sh-t
the problem is i care- and i know
some of you really just don’t give a f-ck
i spit that “ether”
you motherf-ckers just don’t care
or give a f-ck ether way
so i flip the coin like two-face
harvey dent luck- i make my own!
call a motherf-ckin’ model b-tch and eat her out
lure her between my sheets and freak her out
like a vampire i smell blood-
red bull i got wings
from the fli to fv
the only f-cks i give are to p-ssies for free
cruisin’ down the block in a motherf-ckin’ 68′ bird
bumpin’ swizzz lookin’ for some fish
that me and hop can get in-
and sin with in motherf-ckin’ jarren bas-m-nt
and were havin’ smoked out conversations
with dizzy- dizzy- dizzy wright
about whats right or wrong
as i’m recording this
turn up!
haha
2014

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