Murder Spree - Young Drummer Boy

It’s a murder spree

Listen, we’re not the same

Ay, listen, bitch

It’s too cold up in the streets

You better stay inside

Pull the hooptie up

We going on a fucking drive

I gotta keep it on me for the peace of mind

Yeah I hear them people talking

I on’t pay no mind

Yeah we goin' on a murder spree

If you really want this chain

You gotta murder me

It ain’t even in your blood

You need that surgery

You an actor

They should hit you with the perjury

Don’t make me hit you with that

Like I’m Bruce Lee

You just a fan

You’s a muthafucking groupie

We on th scene

We rally shooting movies

Don’t make pull that blower out this muthafucking truly

We playing chess and you phonies playing checkers

I already fucked that bitch

And she really made you beg her

Woke up in the morning

You was writing love letters

Man I pass ‘em to the homies

First day I ever met her

Sheesh ay enough with that

Man I’m back on the city

Gotta put it on the map

Fully automatic

You don’t want to fuck with that

If I put it in your face

I’m a lay you on your back, ay

It’s too cold up in the streets

You better stay inside

Pull the hooptie up

We going on a fucking drive

I gotta keep it on me for the peace of mind

Yeah I hear them people talking

I on’t pay no mind

Yeah we goin' on a murder spree

If you really want this chain

You gotta murder me

It ain’t even in your blood

You need that surgery

You an actor

They should hit you with the perjury

I’m about to kill these rappers

Pull the cameras out

I don’t even know your name

What you mad about?

All I do is get the money

Then I’m jamming out

If you want it then a fade is what I’m handing out

Cold blooded

Man it’s running through my bloodline

Bitches in the front

In the trunk I got the carbine

And you know I keep them shooters on the frontline

And they really troopers

They ain’t scared to do no damn time

Little bitch you need to wake up

You wanna be like me

You gon' have to get your cake up

Still for a minute now it’s time for me to bake up

I got these little bitches scared taking off their makeup

It’s too cold up in the streets

You better stay inside

Pull the hooptie up

We going on a fucking drive

I gotta keep it on me for the peace of mind

Yeah I hear them people talking

I on’t pay no mind

Yeah we goin' on a murder spree

If you really want this chain

You gotta murder me

It ain’t even in your blood

You need that surgery

You an actor

They should hit you with the perjury