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north side ninjaz - murda spree lyrics

[verse 1: hex]
i’m going on a k!lling spree physically and lyrically
i’m running 9 under 33, the wicked is getting a blessed beat
they glad bag your destiny
you blasted me that’s blasphemy
put the mac through you happily
f-ck the behavior and i’m glad to be
stabbing to be so savage you can’t handle my sh-t
so i rather to f-ckin’ your face up while i’m jerk off my d-ck i’m sick
savage but honestly i think i’m average
except for the fact i’m addicted to stab and kickin’ it with corpse and chillin’ with maggots
yeah hit the fiend, you break the stage and close the show
and i’ma k!ll my motherf-cker [?] last thing i do before i go
they like “woah! yo! had to slow your roll!
do you really know what’s gonna happen once you walk outside this door?”
yeah hittin’ in the face with the rocking and i’ll drop couple bones
’cause motherf-cker head right often give shoutout to juggalous
so b-tch slow your roll this is henasin and hopsin
and when we be rocking heads be flapping were chopping the murda and i often b-tch i

[hook]
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, k!ll
a murder spree, that ain’t sh-t to me
h-o-m-i-c-i-d-e
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, k!ll
yeah, we be the ones taking life all night
stabbing like a knife when we ripping the mic
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, k!ll
we hack and chop and k!ll for free
h-o-m-i-c-i-d-e
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, k!ll
yeah, we be the ones taking life all night
stabbing like a knife when we ripping the mic

[verse 2: hopsin]
uh, i’ll part the land
so dope, n-gga, i can charge you grand
do a motherf-ckin’ verse, leave your -ss in a he-rs-
and i’m dumpin’ your body inside a garbage can, what!
ain’t caring if you are a fan
don’t be tryna get out of me with the bargaining
i put you out of your misery
after drilling every one of you fans, bring you to life and i’ll start again, yep!
back up ’cause i’m p-ssed to blow up
mean muggin’ will get your throat cut
hopsin, murda spree up in this b-tch, homeboy, you should get to know us
oh f-ck, sh-t, you know what?
i’ma poppin’ the clip and roll up
run inside o’ your house and make your wife, your kids, open their mouth and make ‘em both nuts
i ain’t got feelings for n-ggas who acting like woman and sh-t
i’m shooting bullets at you while you trying to run
you’re dead the minute it hits
now you bleedin’ red, as stiff as a brick
i put you to bed if you willing to trick
i don’t be showing no sympathy to n0body who gotta problem with the way i’m living n-gga
i’m as real as it get, yeah
now, who really wanna f-ck with me
i don’t rip up tracks, i crush the beat
i’m from a society where the money was low
so a n-gga never did have much to eat, uh
i’ma take your cash and hit that baller status
f-ck all you f-ggots, and i’m out this b-tch
remember that hopsin got the rawest havoc

[verse 3: infrared jonez]
i got wicked sixteen, and i’ll kick you whole team
i hack the chopper free, b-tch murders from the []
your blood is lovely, i open []
turn cannibas into the [] , selling hard quant-ty
i’m [?] but b-tch no h0m-
creepin’ through your hood
dippin out with your dooms
ring and nippered joe’s making feet with your phones
and i’m k!ll your -ss for free, no charge for promo
i’m a f-ckin’ murder master, up in this b-tch
a f-ckin’ heartless b-st-rd dumping out clips
your life don’t matter so you skin testing rips
my d-ck gets fatter while your blood f-ckin’ drips
and you live your life in h-ll so i’m hope you rest in peace
and b-tch when you’re dead, i’m put you down on your knees
pull your t–th out f-ck your face ’til i see
your soul may be resting but the [?] lost in me

- north side ninjaz lyrics

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