Class-A Homicide

[Verse 1: Mista Doesha]
Murder is the only thing that makes this killer tick
Mix the blood of every victim, make that color dark as shit
Use the biggest bone to stir it 'til it's thick as fossil fuel
Got a bunch of brutal tools I use, I'm good at what I do
Mister Murder-Every-Motherfucking-Person-In-My-Path
Catch the deacon at the Sunday service, off his fucking ass (Hope he pray)
Never showing no emotion, never feeling no remorse (None)
Make a sculpture of my victim's skulls, display it on my porch
Every second I'm awake, all I think about is murdering (Yes)
Burn 'em in they sleep, in the morning, kill they next of kin (Yes)
I wonder why this happening, the mist is all evaporating
The visions and the voices get to laughing while it's happening
The blood is making pictures of my victims from the past
Took a bath in it and bask in it and drank it from a flask (Good)
I was twelve when I was introduced to murder, homicide
Through the years I practiced arson and to hide a body right

[Chorus: Chuckklez]
We will never hesitate to spill your fucking brains out
Just to get to where we are by showing y'all niggas what we're all about
Causing devastation through every single haters ways implied
Did you ever notice this is Class-A homicide?
We're the real examples of what your nightmares are truly made of
As we snuff you out for good without showing no fucking love
Stacking up the bodies through every city on this murder ride
Did you know that gruesome takes a Class-A homicide?

[Verse 2: Chuckklez]
Murder, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Is what these demons keep on singing to use me against my will
Truly hypnotizing to the point I'm about to snap upon you lame-ass motherfuckers
And once I do it's finally your final rap
As I carve this blade into your face so you can feel some pain (Yeah)
Slice it across your jugular, watch the crimson fucking rain (Yeah)
My mission is to bury all you niggas until there's nothing left
To satisfy the urges, I'm the living, breathing, walking dead
Your hoe-ass ain't no competition to cut me off in my fucking lane
Shoulda known it was a big mistake, now you're nothing but a fucking stain
Soaking down my shirt until there's blood all over my favorite Chucks
I have a little wicked touch where you slowly die for zero lunch
Remove the entire head so I can add it to my private stash (Ooh)
With the rest of these other cunts who got it dirty with a brutal slash
Not a fucking thing can stop my sickness from within
So go ahead and try me nigga, you shall be mangled for all your fucking sins

[Chorus: Chuckklez]
We will never hesitate to spill your fucking brains out
Just to get to where we are by showing y'all niggas what we're all about
Causing devastation through every single haters ways implied
Did you ever notice this is Class-A homicide?
We're the real examples of what your nightmares are truly made of
As we snuff you out for good without showing no fucking love
Stacking up the bodies through every city on this murder ride
Did you know that gruesome takes a Class-A homicide?

[Outro: Chuckklez]
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