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jon murdock - muscle lyrics

[intro: jon murdock]
foundation, check it out, yo
lex starwind, up on the mic first
second up, jon murdock, motherf-cker

[verse 1: lex starwind]
we k!lled this tonka truck diesel devastator, verbal regulator
heat up, p-ssion premeditator, dead a hater
featherweight a heavy hand, shadow box ya obsolete
you’re rasta? please, you’ll get rocked to sleep
i gots to eat, it’s necessary, cream like ben & jerry’s
move like andretti ’cause my camp ready
stand ready, team boats, mean toast for the opposition
it seemed close, clean sweep folks out position
by a landslide, hands high, standby
cats unplugged in the club, left on standby
your man fly, tackle, cracked bone, [?]
trophy, sn-tched the heisman, f-ck your lineman
crews living savage, ice rock plottin’
cuckoo for the karats, twist your screws loose
with the ratchet, n-gg-s get a clue, it’s a habit
the f-ck you gonna do when they blastin’? cover
lawnmower man, gr-ss heads, snake hunter
harrison ford, four by four, the blade runner
way under, soon to rise to the top, shine on your block
fine line between the bottom line and the top, n-gg-

[interlude: lex starwind]
yeah, get it right, my n-gg-s
ls outlaw signing off
next up, my n-gg-, jon murdock
dark city, motherf-cker

[verse 2: jon murdock]
the radical, tactical admiral magical tackled you
compatible animal p-ssin’ through to attack a few
crocodile, death spin, sockets rippin’ sessions
confederate henchmen, fenced in, restin’ there with less limbs
can’t use a tourniquet, permanent blurs from words i spit
merciless, purchasers work with us to slow your nervousness
calm down your heart rate until dark city, part 8
these dark days will never go away when my thoughts blaze
one to the two (two), two to the three (three)
three to the forty-five shot to your tee
yeah, the white one, like no one in fight club, i never liked guns
but turn your whole fraternity burgundy, once the night comes
jon murdock, your [?] storm of the century
bourne ident-ty remedy for y’all, that’s why you’re sent to me
compet-tive editor, men at attention, et cetera
one man that stands against ten of ya, the better compet-tor
that’s point blank, i shawshank for the tall rank
you all shrank, coming up short, now got a small tank
and can’t battle with that, the war’s called off
f-cking with me’s a bad choice, prepare for holocaust

[outro: jon murdock]
yeah, motherf-cker
jon murdock, yo, what, yo

- jon murdock lyrics

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