Call Me A Murdera Lyrics

Call me a murderer

Motherfucking killa

High off that bong

Kill Cali thrilla

Though you can't kill a g

Let alone see a g

Killn' motherfuckers in the first degree

Always down to jack cause I'm down for mine

Tryin' to make my bail

Cause I'm Hard On Da Grind

Fool it's that shit that's on hit

Makin' suckas sick

Playa hatas wanna trip

Then I gotta get my glock

Watch these suckas flocke

Watch these suckas flocke

Stay off my jock

If I catch a fool who's out to get me

Off with the head

Like a chicken with no wings

Cook his ass up

Feed him to my kid

Cause I'm sick

With the shit I spit bitch man

I can't fade silly bustas I hate

Take him to my dungeon

Decide their fate

Wait 24, the next night I go

Back to the place

Where the lost souls rome

Get up real close

Look at our eyes

See fear of another

Waiting to die

I still don't give a fuck about death

Killin' fools just for fun

Until I breathe my last breath

Darkness lurks through my mind

It's hard to find a light

I'm a killa so I can't be kind

Frite night every night

For a sucka punk motherfucker

Kill him slow

Like a rock to a clucker

Bustas recognize look me in the eye

And see death

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I bless you with the dose to your tongue

Make you see visions of death

People hung

I come from the dungeons of doja

Put a stick of dinamite in your mouth

And explode ya

I should be dead

Talkin' is crazy

But there hasn't been a sucka yet to fade me

Maybe I'll return

Resurrect myself

Come back and take away his health and his wealth

Causes found they drama

Give his ass trama

Let them playa hatas know that I'm a

Crazy lunatic that's back from the grave

Take him to my dungeons

Make em all my slaves

I don't have no love

My mind is full of hate

When I know I'm goin

Murder damn I can't wait

But I keep calm to do my job right

I know in my mind some suckers die tonight

I might let me live

Let him live in fear

But I never let it go pass the fucking year

People come to me, ask me if I'm sick

Yes I'm crazier than (??)

Bustas don't you trip

Bustas I know you hear me so eat dicks up

If I catch you slippin' fools I'm choppin' your fuckin' (??) up

Then I rat-tat-tat-tat on that ass

Will I have to blast, If I got you bare handed

Breakin' aint thinkin' it hard test

And if you get away, that doesn't mean shit

Cause I'll catch ya, stick my hand in your (?)

And laugh at cha

(??) with the shit man

I kinda hate myself, cause I'm a crazy lunatic

Rippin' up bodies (yeah)

Kill them like molly

Down to get naughty when I'm drinkin' a (?)

It's gonna be a murder at midnight

Plus I got mint, tow up, go on the act right

Motherfucker....gone