Another Murder

[INTRO - TV NEWS AUDIO]
"Turning to other news this Noon time
Police have identified two of the three people
Who were found shot to death inside a Flint home last night
And the man shot during an attempted robbery in Flint yesterday
Is in critical condition."

[FLEX]
I thought I would never ever hurt her
But once again it's a murder
Flex The Body Snatcher
Snatching hoes like a bitch killer
Slicing niggas and hoes apart
I didn't want to go this far
But get to the heart
Had to whip
Out my fucking chainsaw
Cause it's a lot of niggas that want to sac up
So I call my nigga Shotgun up
In case I need backup

[HOOK]
It's another murder, another murder
It's another 187

[SHOTGUN]
Yeah, this is Shotgun
The motherfucking Cap Peeler
What's up, cuz?
Hold them motherfuckers down
I'm on my motherfucking way

It's a murder once again
Had you heard from The Body Snatcher
I'm glad you called
Cause I'm killing all fucking punks with you
With my shotgun
Cause that's how I got my name
Leaving motherfuckers slain
With a bullet in their brain

[FLEX]
Nigga, nigga, nigga let me get back in this
Cause once I start dropping bodies like John Gotti
I ain't going to stop until I'm finished
My work is never done until their heart stops
That's why they drop I went and check
To see if I hear a tick-tock
Just in case that nigga have on a vest
I put my gun barrel on his chest
At point-blank range and put him to rest
And watch him die fast
And watch him bleed slow
It's a murder once again and I'm looking for one mo'
To stack on the top of the pack
Of all them niggas I done jacked
T.A. is Top Authority leaving them D.O.A. in the plastic sack
Now you know I'm back and wondering where I went
Here's my hint
I'm 110-percent straight up nigga from Flint
And the man you never heard of
But now you should know it's Flex
Once again on a murder

[HOOK]

[SHOTGUN]
Buck, buck, buck fuck a driveby
I'll walk through your hood and start popping
Dropping motherfuckers like flies
Bullet proof vest on my chest so you can't harm me
Rolling with a nigga clan
So bitch you better bring an army
Cause I'm a cold hearted killer out for blood
Leaving niggas in ditches
Even bitches catching slugs
So motherfucker step with caution
You pulling that fucking junk, punk
I'm pulling a pump for once this shit jumps off then
You won't stand a chance in the ambulance
Two to the head, now you're dead bitch
With shit all in your fucking pants
I told you once, I told you twice not to step to this
But you persist
Got caught up missing, got that fucking skull split
Wide open like a cantaloupe
You prayed and hoped I wasn't no joke
And that it was just another murder that I wrote
But no, take another guess my friend
It's a murder once again and this shit just won't end
Until I'm caught by the Feds
But how can I get caught
When they keep finding the bodies without the fucking heads
And no clue that leaves the evidence
No murder weapon, no fingerprints
Just the muddy, bloody pavement
In the city of Flint you're living in Hell
Ain't no Heaven so keep guessing
It's another 187 again

[FLEX]
Flex The Problem Solver once again on a murder hunt
To play to win you got to shoot a hunch to kill a bunch
Not like Jeffrey Dahmer
I don't shoot 'em, kill 'em, beat 'em or eat 'em
I know I look, so he'll be good as took if I ever meet him
Which I plan on doing
Ruin his life, once he reach parole
I doubt if he do, but if he did he'd be 180 years old
Still getting the same treatment as if he was a younger nigga
My bullet has no age limit once I squeeze the trigger
Like my last resort
It was his faulty step in the Ward
The victim was in pain as blood ran from his brain cord
He was in pain, steady running
Steady yellin', calling Kevin
I grabbed my MAC-11, now he's 187
Dead on the spot, D.O.A. found in the parking lot
I [???] [first the weed???]
And get to use the 16 rounds on his Glock
Which was smooth, plus he also had a .44
Cause when I checked the scope
He was broke so I planted some dope
Smooth was how I played it
Made them think that it was drug related
His family sho' hated, cause it was premeditated
First-Degree Murder, laid him out like a bedspread
The news said he was barely bruised
With a [???] to the head
And now they want to throw me in the Pen
Because they say they found Flex on the murder case once again

[HOOK]

[SHOTGUN]
Insane in the fucking brain
But who's to blame that I'm sick
December the 1st, mama gave birth to a lunatic
I guess I'm possessed by that demon
Murder's what I'm living for
It's been a while and yo I'm fiendin'
[???] and niggas talking
Kept on talking, running out of choices
Had to drop him, had to Pop Him
Cause I kept on hearing Voices
In my head, now he's dead
I'm feeling much better
Got a 9 double-M Beretta for them tip sweaters
Cause you never know when there's work to be put in
If your ass fucking up
It's your ass I'm putting my foot in
Got to make a murder ever day
On my way to Hell
Yeah I'm tripping
Just don't let me catch you slipping after 12
In the streets you're dead meat if you run up straight
Took out, so be on the lookout
For the fucking Headhunter
Used to leave them D.O.A. or critical
But if your ass survives
I'll pay you a visit in the fucking hospital
So nigga before you think of checking me
Better check yourself
Cause fucking around with Shotgun is bad for your fucking health
And please, please comprehend
I've killed 9, I've killed 10
What makes you think there won't be another murder once again

[HOOK]