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juke (lab tv) - murder on site lyrics

[intro]

it’s murder on site, you know who it is
juke, slugs, jeopardy, about to smash it
hold tight big o, mcm+ffin, ay

[verse 1]

you know i love the murder, if i wanna hurt ya
slip it off the lead and man’ll grip you with the lurcher
when i get close kid i’m pulling out my burner
not a divvy with the smithy wouldn’t pull it out to scare ya
if ye getting lippy, slipping off the pitty
no blade or .38 still the sh+t is getting gritty
tell your mum to f+cking move it’s ripping off her titty
guaranteed if it’s beef you’ll be ringing up the bizzies
h+llo emergency services
so you chatting that you stacking p bro?
we straight to poppin leave you frothin like a cappuccino
i put the profit in my pocket ain’t no jackin me though
ain’t no stoppin when i’m jocking in the rapid evo
a bag of lemo and you’re chattin that you’re al pacino
i stab your head up with a pen, joe pesci out casino
this birds poppin so i’m hopping in the cafe nero
don’t try and blag it if your bank account is chatting zero

[chorus]

i know you’ve never ever heard a flow like this
it’s muzzleflash, other sh+tty rappers can’t write this
smoke tangerine dream you know we don’t buy sh+t
and if we see an enemy we murder on site kid

[verse 2]

when it comes to beef believe me g, i’m the grim reaper type
i’m coming for your life, the time to strike is when you sleep at night
i’m like, freddy krueger, cruising through holding a loaded luger
cold and brutal, known only as the human dome remover
bone excluder, i’ll remove your funny bone and show it to you
hold it to your throat, demand your dough
and then i’ll poke it through you, now that’s a humorous
jack move, i’ve numerous, used this tactic, i found it useful
then i laughed too (?), yeah
expose the souls of those who call themselves opponents
saw them strolling, caught them walking on their own
and it was over for them, i try and ignore, and repel
all these awful thoughts but boredom overwhelms
and forces me to war with no precaution, a distortion
in the eyes and brain, i don’t think this guys the same
lad his minds derrangedddddd
either way, i’m insane (?)
you’ll find it’s cos i blaze the finest haze
it’s left my brain cells fried and crazed
my mind’s decayed, i’m praying it’s some kind of phase

[chorus]

[verse 3]

tie ups and robberies, that’s how we living life
i’ve got the sickest flow, sharper than the illest knife
packing heat on the road, let me tell you twice
you chat the beef kid you might as well pay the price
so put the money in the bag do as you’re told
it’s north west where the boys bury rats in the cold
so say i’m not scouse
i grab the strally and the bally run straight up to your house
i got an oz of weed on strap and i’m bumping it
you’re never getting paid kid stop fronting it
acting big but we know you’re really full of it
you got robbed in the game kid you’re just a muppet
we’re smoking pure cheese, i’ll catch you slipping in tesco and wig you with a tin of beans
so don’t bother giving sh+t like my mother, i’ll slap him in the face couldn’t give a sh+t get your brother

[chorus]

[verse 4]

yo if i see an enemy, it’s murder on site
draw for the .45 and burn on the bike
it’s not cod lad, won’t be returning to life
chatting that ye pack heat but you’re scared of the night
(ha haaaaaaa….)
i’ve got you stuck like superglue, f+ck the pump
juke’ll hit the c+nt with a snooker cue
if the divvies shooting one, then i’m shooting two
when i’m aiming it’s your f+cking chest that i’m shootin through
cos i’m packing and i’m ready
lad you’re chatting that you’re heavy then i’m blastin off the semi
every track you know i’m rappin lad i’m stackin every penny
alizé or henny with a fat spliff of berry
wanna get grands, so the left hand’s got a roley
and if you’re packing dough you better not show me
watch the beef, shots will be, popping from a stoley
i’m living on a prayer, so you can call me bon jovi

[chorus]

[verse 5]

yeah, see i don’t care about the name, fame
i just want money cos i’m working from the brain
see 9+5s don’t appeal to me kidda, i’d sooner get a know
set the phone up, top it up, send out texts and go
and now all i see is green clouds from that cheddar smoke
through the dam, shot the vid, man are like
“that’s heavy, o” (that’s heavy o)
trust i’ve had that hook, banging through the stereo
now they call me captain hook, if they don’t neglect to know
still i work towards a legacy that’s set in stone
couple obstacles and bare rats we had to let them go
(rats rats rats)
still they wanna get involved…
getting all up in my sh+t like the feather rolls
but if i see them lights i’m hitting speeds like i’m seven stone
(bail lad)
and more than double that, more time i’m subtle lad
this year, things are popping off, like some bubble wrap
you can ask donny jack, paper is what i’ve got to get
spray till i’ve got nothing left

[chorus]

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