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r3dd l - murder, murder, murder lyrics

[verse 1]
murder, murder, murder, f#ck with me, you won’t be seen
if you acted professional, you’d not be part of my murder spree
anybody who’s cursing me, you gon’ die just for hurting me
i’ll get inside your head, it’s gon’ be nightmare on murder street
every time that you go to sleep, i’ll appear in your f#cking dreams
but i won’t k!ll you straight away and let you suffer for free
knock you out cold, referee won’t get to three
you’re punching above your weight; i suggest that you flee
what were you thinking when you decided to lie?
did you think you could do it and hope that i wouldn’t mind?
that’s some f#cking delusional sh#t that’s going on
would you be offended if i asked what you’ve been smoking on?
you want your parents to die, man, you’re on that bamber sh#t
the more you keep on slandering, the more your life you’re gambling
on twitter, you keep manufacturing your lies about me
and it’s funny, ‘cause to me it seems you’ve got some f#cked up fantasies

[bridge]
okay… f#ck this guy on verse 1 that i’m talking about, now
okay? let’s get to murdering this f#cking idiot hailing from
f#ck knows where but, f#ck this guy, too

[verse 2]
i’ve written some pretty sh#tty verses in my time
like, for example, this dumb cowboy came to me and asked for my rhymes
then he came to me again with something else; i recorded
like you do, feeling polite, thought “what the h#ll,” let’s do this right
and then he asked for me to rap like someone else, like, what the f#ck?
don’t do this, man, don’t tell me how to write my god d#mn f#cking lines
i don’t appreciate being told that i’m a c#nt, when i’m being nice
did sh#t for free… instead i could have told you there’s a price
and now i’ve got it off my chest, i can move on, lay you to rest
man, marley sucks he’s such a leech, please go to church or drink some bleach
i really couldn’t give a f#ck, but man, please practice what you preach
whiskey, weed & women was a joke, you f#cking creep
saying that you hate these rappers wanting to get to the top
surely that’s what you want as well, or do you just want to flop?
murder, murder, murder, get this song stuck in your head
so at least you’ve got some evidence of murder, for the cops

[outro]
you know, because i just k!lled you on this sh#t, son
hahahaha, oh man

- r3dd l lyrics

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