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keytoitall - murda muzik! lyrics

[intro]
f+ck f+ck f+ck f+ck f+ck f+ck, oh
what? what? what? this that, aye, ugh aye!
this chicago n+gga(aye aye aye)

[keytoitall]
this that murder music imma put a glock up on the beat!
this that murder music, the victim just became a mystery!
this that murder music imma make sure he don’t got no t++th!
this that murder music, imma k!ll this n+gga he won’t breathe!

he wanna fight then that’s a bet
grab a knife and slice his neck
make a trophy out his head
then get cozy in my bed
no remorse for human life
you’ll hear the boom during the night
rifle with an attached knife
imma shank him while i light his body up
imma spark some gasoline and imma light his body up
imma grab a flame thrower and then light his body up
i’ll record it with the flash on while i light his body up
did i say that imma light this f+cking body up

see now these n+ggas got me heated
if they touch me once i won’t just leave them f+cking bleeding
imma make him beg for death while his body’s f+cking leaking
i don’t even need assistance and will not be needed
(aye aye aye)this that murder music imma put a glock up on the beat!(this that murder music)
this that murder music, the victim just became a mystery!
this that murder music imma make sure he don’t got no t++th!
this that murder music, imma k!ll this n+gga he won’t breathe!

jump, jump, jump, jump em
jump, jump, jump, jump em
stomp em out stomp em out
stomp em out stomp em out
stomp em out stomp em out
stomp em out stomp em out
this that murder music this that murder music
this that murder music this that murder music
bow bow bow bow grrrr

[kxrma]
this that murder sh+t the sh+t that get me clutching on a stick
this that murder music, sh+t that’s getting everybody hit
this that murder sh+t the sh+t that get the bl!ck tucked on my hip
this that murder sh+t the sh+t that the blood up on the kicks

f+cking that b+tch with a beam in the back
sliming em out with a switch and a mac
body a b+tch and we get it right back
to k!ll in the morning i still got a tac
key sent the beat and i sending it back
i’m on a mission i’m getting it bagged
getting my way and if its beef from the past
coming at me and its me on yo ass
premeditated is all of my murders my gun do not jam when i’m c+cking it back
running it up from the first to the last
keeping a beam you know imma spaz
red is my lazer but i ain’t no widow they marvel at me cause i’m blowing it fast
bet imma k!ller when i’m in the booth and i bet imma k!ller when i really rap
it’s kxrma
k, x, r, m, a
if you want the smoke we can hit you today imma atheist but if you try me you might wanna pray
ok ok im thugging the shots while i sit in the bank
(thugging the shots while i sit in the bank)
this that murder music imma put a glock up on the beat!(this that murder music)
this that murder music, the victim just became a mystery!
this that murder music imma make sure he don’t got no t++th!
this that murder music, imma k!ll this n+gga he won’t breathe!

[bridge 1]
f+ck you me+ who the f+ck is you fam?
the n+gga chin!
(aye, yuh, check it)

[arson]
dis dat murder music imma hit dat p+ssy in his t++th
dis dat murder music imma make sure dat he 6 feet deep
dis dat murder music imma make sure dat he drown in seas
dis dat murder music
dis dat murder music
dis dat murder music
dis dat murder music
(dis dat uh, dis dat uh, dis dat murder music)
(dis dat uh, dis dat uh, dis dat murder music)
(yeah ay)
every body watch the fl!ck of the wrist
got a baddy and she all on my d+ck
catch a body around me no one live
shawty top me l!ck the tip of my brick
baby blow me like the big bad wolf
try press me wish a big man would
b+tch im mother f+cking kamikazi i don’t mess a round i will catch a body
i leave you wit one eye like you the illuminati we up till the sun down
you get hit wit the shotty kung pow
chop you like im karate its on now
you get left in a body bag homie you ain’t looking alrighty my bad homie for me crashing da party but i gotta

[bridge 2]
woah woah woah woah woah woah woah woah woah aye aye aye aye aye

i got a bad hoe and she working for money
a bad hoe gimmie sweets like she honey
a bad hoe and she suck it like dummy
a frat hoe getting crazy for drugies bad hoe

bad hoe!
she a gardening tool, she looking around for me up in the school
bad hoe!
she be doing sh+t to me that she was never ever doing to you
bad hoe show her that i rule, and a adult gimmie head in the coupe, and if you try to
run up on me you a fool, ha! mention my stick or my d+ck she gon’ drool
she doing the tricks on the d+ck like she knew how to mother f+cking do hoola hoop
yeah but homie dont get it confused im lighting the fuse, like bad parents my n+ggas abuse

all of my homies they getting the blues the benjamins
im k!lling you too your friends and then
im taking ya shoes is my revenge

the way that i switch up this mother f+cker better show you that i am that mother f+cker
and you better duck cuz imma buduududu on yo block
bringing evil into the gutter gutter
did i stutter stutter tell a p+ssy shut up
or you getting f+cked up
yea you getting let up, b+tch im getting fed up, sn+tch you out yo sweater, b+tch i am vendetta, you gon’ umbrella cuz you getting wet up wit my lil berreta, feeling like vegeta
you is jus a cheater running like a cheeta, shawty is bonita so im going super

[neqlections]
uh, its a murder every time im on the beat
uh, this yo b+tch why she here chilling with me
uh, she a freak hoe yeah she suck it up
uh, that’s my cup yeah that sh+t doubled up
yeah she double back
yeah she want me back
hit that lil b+tch from the back
know she loving that, uh
do not run up on me you get sprayed
get a glock 19 to his face
if you talking to me, talk to me nicely
dumb lil b+tch don’t get d+ck she get feisty
she gon drink the d+ck up just like iced tea
we gon f+ck yo sh+t up if you fight me
i love making murder music when i’m faded
and neqlections going up i know you hate it
and she missing all the memories we created
imma keep on rapping just to say we made it
(this that murda muzik, this that murda muzik)
(this that murda muzik, yeah this that murda muzik)
(what, what, what, what, gang!)

[keytoitall & neqlections]
this that murder music imma put a glock up on the beat!
this that murder music, the victim just became a mystery!
this that murder music imma make sure he don’t got no t++th!
this that murder music, imma k!ll this n+gga he won’t breathe!
(ha! huh, sh+t, this that murda muzik, this that murda muzik)
(yeah this that murda muzik, this that murda muzik, yeah this that murda muzik)
are you f+cking stupid?

- keytoitall lyrics

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