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super famous fun time guys – now that’s what i call murder, vol. 4 lyrics

[verse 1: mr. 8 legz]
hey! hey!
let’s break it down, time to paint the town red
legz is out on the prowl ’bout to make you found dead
blood covered, smothered in smuckers, you jelly motherf+ckers
only want to have your backs to the ground, i left you belly upwards like (murder!)
yep, that what it is, you can get hit with the rest of your kin
breaking and entering, sharp with the pen that i’m writing this with and attacking your friends
like sorry, i’m not sorry that this happened on your b+day
if path to bad intentions was a road, i’d build a freeway
and probably hit the e brake just to get out of slappin’
leave a mark so hard you have to claim it’s a tattoo
a bunch of wannabe slashers showin’ their ass like it matters
i’m ’bout to exorcist your necks, leave that b+tch talk backwards (ugh!)
f+ck rappers, if it’s me you go after
i’ll get friendly with your ghost, closest i’ll be to knowin’ casper
but if you read our name, we already won (yup!)
we made you say something stupid and that’s why this is fun

[chorus]
when the ninjas and the blasphemous come together to rap
and it’s magic on the track, the fact is i will break your back with it
left you belly upwards like (left you belly upwards like)
left you belly upwards like murder, murder, murder!
when the ninjas and the blasphemous come together to rap
and it’s magic on the track, the fact is i will break your back with it
left you belly upwards like (left you belly upwards like)
left you belly upwards like murder, murder, murder!
that’s murder
[verse 2: young wicked]
so when you out of your element
i don’t care how you’ve been sellin’ it
the average fans are intelligent
they know all your sh+t is irrelevant
and everything that i be spittin’ for over a decade, it make me a veteran
i get ’em high on the ketamine
ain’t no one gettin’ ahead of me
havin’ more lettuce then we k!ll our enemies
all of ’em caught in the wave like an enemy’s under the sea, you’re above it
i better be f+ckin’ the game up, i never pretend to be somethin’ i’m not
so many rappers are sh+tty, i gave ’em a hundred to stop
f+ck it i mop up the floor with ’em over the shoulder, i’m throwin’ ’em over the top
rope and then choppin’ they throat and i’m leavin’ ’em chokin’ just hopin it’s over, it’s not
i bet his manager throw in the towel, look at the hush goin’ over the crowd
knowing he’s out, watchin’ me standin’ on top of him droppin’ a ball in his mouth
f+ck it, now i’m finna go to his house, wind up his family, throw ’em all out
call up a couple of hoes and i tell ’em to come up and kick it, now it’s goin’ down
ashes and liquor all over the couch, he at the hospital wearin’ the gown
couple of doctors hearing him down, all of his vitals are very in and out
couple of tubes are in his mouth, y’all tell me who the winner now

[chorus]
when the ninjas and the blasphemous come together to rap
and it’s magic on the track, the fact is i will break your back with it
left you belly upwards like (left you belly upwards like)
left you belly upwards like murder, murder, murder!
when the ninjas and the blasphemous come together to rap
and it’s magic on the track, the fact is i will break your back with it
left you belly upwards like (left you belly upwards like)
left you belly upwards like murder, murder, murder!
[verse 3: whipstick]
when the gas sparks the match burn the whole world down
that’s all for clout, make fire, it’s over now
your broken smile gets cracked in half, shattered with a baseball bat
facts is facts, check the ultrasound, you’re ’bout to raise my breath
p+ssy, hey yo we f+ckin’ it raw
you got something smart to say? you’ll get stuck in a draw
like when stone cold took vince mcmahon and put a pistol to his head
pull the trigger then to shoot the f+ggot’s face, we paint it red
with embarrassment, you’re such a derelict
comin’ for your mouth with my fist, so imperative
sharin’ out the heroin, your wife’ll never miss her life
scummy we’re disparaged in paragraphs so just wait in line
take it up or take it, see, we’d light it up to uppercut you
win, defeat, or lose, we want to run it for the f+ck of nothing
getting back together, we loaded up with the whipped cream
jam it up your r+ct+m, there’s anyone for the big scene

- super famous fun time guys lyrics

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