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twistid rob - are you ready for that murda lyrics

hook (x6)

are you ready for that murda

verse one (twistid rob)

i get em, hit em with the 187 the venom i be spittin with the regulars are written
and the syllables are fit into the sentence as a given and the motherf-ckers that are pretending to be the sickest
ever heard on the microphone body you sounding like they peeling stuff
and they talk about violence but they can never kick it
temp rup it up like psychopaths you wannabe just give it up
you can act like a k!ller but i don’t really give a f-ck
melodramatic h-ll of an attic
you can tell when i’m rappin i dwell at my manners since outa my mind and i drag em
to the next room visualize when you listen to this immaculate captain baggin compet-tion actin like it never happened
out in the woods when i’m feelin like i wanna disappear
got so many demons i just wanna pitch a spear
when i’m starting to feel the sanity then i know it isn’t clear
re-ramble the battles gamble you thought but you missing here
when you take shots you take off cause you can’t take em
y’all are made soft or made cloth like a hand’s made em
you f-ckin ponies and phonies you and all of your homies line up to be the human centipede and then all of you blow me
lot of you motherf-ckers get too freaky now cause you were weaker than others and you speakin death and i beat you dead only the strongest survive
you only prolonging your life it’s animalistic cannibal eatin you now
i’ve been so cold, hasnt been told
as this pain i have it slowly grows

hook (x6)

are you ready for that murda

verse two (jaycrazii)

are you ready for the murder you be f-ckin with a n-gga ima burn em
grabbin the backpack, bet a bad bag
flippin em like a flap jack, i turn em
n-gga, not your average egotistical
and i be snappin up with the syllables
and it would be a miracle if ever you got lyrical cause ain’t n0body hearin you or scared of you
better take a look in the mirror n-gga ain’t n0body fearin you
i’m sick of the thera-flu mixed with nyquil, i will
start rippin the motherf-ckers up out of that new whip, talkin about that 9 mill
you so fake that’s how i feel
thinkin that i won’t but i will
start choppin the motherf-ckers like i’m jigsaw get your eyes seal n-gga
yeah, i’m a little bit different you can call me an immigrant but i’m not from this planet
and ima use that advantage and start to causing the damage and ima take the f-ckin throne
never need a manager to manage i could do it on my own
f-ck you n-ggas talk about em giving em no percentage cause my credits is limited
but my talent is infinite ima never give it up
you put it down and pick it up
you better finish that, you better take a dab
you better take a drag
something just to let you know that i am back
give me the motherf-ckin beat i put it in the body bag
ain’t n0body tryna hit a sloppy rap all you do is copycat
listen to this track and play it back and try to copy that
my rythym always changin ain’t n0body keepin up with me
and i ain’t talkin c-cky rap i’m droppin facts
bringin the compet-tion i murder the opposition
i’m in a position on a mission just to leave you racing from the rap game
nothin but your last name all you n-ggas mad lame
come what you pretend to be but you be lackin energy
i leave em with no memory you just another det-ty
jay crazii

hook (x6)

are you ready for that murda?

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