[Verse 1] I kill a beat and paralyze a chorus Fuck up your city like they let loose a Tyrannosaurus Uh my pen is definite since rigamortous My tongue's a lethal weapon here my bitch is a sorceress Three Sixes and torches, three killers on horses Drag a bitch through the forest Oh the scene is so morbid so sick and so torturess But Jarren adores it So open your eyes bitches you better absorb it I'm painting you portaits they feeding you horse shit Their visions distorted leave them dead in theyre porsches There's voices inside my head but I'm scared of these forces They want me to kill turning rappers to corpses I'm chopping 'em up put there organs in porridge I hunger for blood appetite is enormous And this is ether through your speakers I can't sleep until I introduce you niggas to the Reaper
[Hook] Cause they so infatuated with the cars and the clothes Me I got a thing for stabbing beats and killing flows I'm a murder, murder, murder, murder Blood stains cover up my hands and on my paper Bodies in the trunk of other rappers and you haters I'm a murder, murder, murder, murder
[Verse 2] K-I-L-L-E-R Killer Pop right back from the dead like Thriller ATLien Eastside nigguh Sips malt liqour Sick thoughts nigguh Semi-Automatic I'm a terminate a faggot When the body decompose you can only see the maggots Cut a motherfuckers head off with a hatchet J's back at it sick black magic Infatuated with murder Intoxicated I'll serve up Them bodies thick when they burn up My DNA will not turn up Whack ass shit don't concern us Got bodies locked in my basement They on the floor or in the furnace I'm feeling insane my brains about to pop I think I'm changing I'm transforming like an auto bot I keep on killing what a feeling no I'm not gonna stop Electric Shock Therapy better but what a thousand watts Straight jackets come equipped with 38 latches Not enough to contain a man with a crazed habit And this is ether through your speakers I can't sleep until I introduce you niggas to the Reaper
[Hook] Cause they so infatuated with the cars and the clothes Me I got a thing for stabbing beats and killing flows I'm a murder, murder, murder, murder Blood stains cover up my hands and on my paper Bodies in the trunk of other rappers and you haters I'm a murder, murder, murder, murderTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
