Kill Murder - Turtle Banxx, Twista

most of you motherfuckers is comical

the rule like me is impossible

verbally illogical I took the heat and then followed you to your residence

and spread your molecules blood floods your follicles

damn right we don’t acknowledge you

the streets got eyes of leopard for telling niggas to up weaponry

when they see your ass blast and feed your ass to the fish

life’s a bitch that’ll suck ya dick

and tell them guys we hit that cash

kick ass nigga they coming for the whole pie

old time guys that wont be satisfied till you lay in a grave

wont be satisfied till the location of the safe cave

some were shining too much so I hide in the shade

the minute you made this move gave him one to his brain

kill kill kill murder murder murder

kill kill kill murder murder murder

in every video its

kill kill kill murder murder murder

in every studio its

kill kill kill murder murder murder

and tell me who ya know that

kill kill kill murder murder murder

in every video its

kill kill kill murder murder murder

in every studio its

kill kill kill murder murder murder

and tell me who ya know that

kill kill kill murder murder murder

now I roll like minutes and foes with killers that fold

idiotic motherfuckers smokin 'dro by the O’s

more by the box so whats this is how we rock it beats by Cayex and Toxic

China White find a mic

imagine you cant stop it enough of profit haters make me sick stay on the dick

talking like they made me rich bitch please face it legit ballin gave me this and you cant take me cause you cant make it in this game you gotta hate it niggas kill me with that weak shit come around on street shit

guns that don’t reach shit in a talk of insanity

deaths wanted at your ass blast your identity

ain’t no hoes over you ain’t know

we don’t fold we monopolize and ostracize hoes

bitch ass niggas that try to rise

I’m sick of the die sick of the knives sick of the guy that say

I had smoked three fillos falling on these spindles

its Twist and T Bizzle

when i blast heat metal he like like beat bittles we little

niggas act like the heart and the heartless

that still bust contrages that rip through cartilage

turn these mortals into gods and godesses

I bury ya slug in them haters claiming they veins pump up burying blood turns out y’all the scariest thug

on my nutsac thats how I get into sack

sorrow hollows I spit at ya jag if he don’t die he gonna shit in a bag

from K Town to V.I.P.

ain’t no V.I.P.

ain’t no three I.D.'s

that’ll get you to a place where we got keys and peas off our trees

controversy wild niggas thats thirsty and bodily fluids

smoking terror that’ll smell bloody hands on your soul like mascara

disciples of death

you wont even hear fears in they cry

don’t you hear that cold in they throat and see they tears in they eyes

my niggas rhyme thats all I love

put a bullet to the sky but a nigga gotta die if he call my blood

so watch it when you say

kill kill kill murder murder murder

kill kill kill murder murder murder

kill kill kill murder murder murder

kill kill kill