Murder

[Intro]
Murder
Murder
Murder
Murder
Murder
Murder
Murder

[Chorus]
Murder, that's what I be yelling
Wit' a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die
Murder, that's what I be yelling
Wit' a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die
Murder, that's what I be yelling
Wit' a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die
Murder, that's what I be yelling
Wit' a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die

[Verse 1: Tom Skeemask]
99 ways to die, haven't you ever heard of me
Loading my clip, blasting my 9, watching you bitches fall, see
My pimpin' ain't slippin', you bitches are trickin', I'm taking my time for doin' a crime
Get on the track and selling them thangs, pick up this shit cuz it's all in the game
Livin' the life and I'm doing the same, grabbing the shisha, calling the mane
Who do you turn to for your masterplan? You call the Skeemask man
I'm doing a dance, breaking yo ass, heading in that murder path
That blood, Red Rum, now you know I'm the devil's son
10 ways I've killed, it's only 89 more
I'm standin', Tom walkin', Tom ready to make a move on y'all
But man, my demon is ready to kill at will
I feel like the man that's cursed, livin' in a fucking hearse
What should I do? I think I'd better call like an obscene phone caller
I know yo ass better holler like a fucking dollar
Hold up, one get up, son, here I come with the 9 millimeter
I meet ya, just like the fucking Grim Reaper
Bitch, goodbye to ya lady, I laid down the law with the rest of my kinfolk
The cheefa, the reefer, mane, got the 4 5 ready to
Smoke, another nigga off my block, I seen my other
Kinfolks with 2 Glocks, I had to give that nigga his props
It don't stop, my 9 is ready to sing
My player haters don't know, that Skeemask is ready to swing
Mo' Murder, becuz them laws are broken every day
So what can I say, you know I'm screaming mo'

[Chorus]
Murder, that's what I be yelling
Wit' a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die
Murder, that's what I be yelling
Wit' a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die
Murder, that's what I be yelling
Wit' a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die
Murder, that's what I be yelling
Wit' a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die

[Verse 2: GK]
On the streets, it seems to be a million ways to die
So don't you try, stepping up to that real nigga, stay high
Cuz I dwells with the Wolf pack of killers
Holdin' bodies off, evidence in the river
Niggas ain't got a second thought
Marched and he got caught with that shit that he bought
Cuz I peeped out his set-up
So along the way, kickin' it with this nigga, you know he fucked up
And said some shit that I didn't like
Made a nigga like stay high, ugh, think twice
From the jump, I was paranoid
Pulling that gank and the way he was talkin' made me call my boys
Told 'em, "Meet a nigga up on that old street"
Bring the mask and the motherfuckin' Glocks G
It's about to be a kidnappin'
When I hit the block, faces unidentified so get to jackin'
And this nigga that I'm with don't know what's going on
Wolf pack got the chromes to our fucking dome
And I already knew where we was headed
Straight to the river, time for drastic measures
On the way them niggas threw me out
Only them real motherfuckers know what I'm talkin' about
Bogus player haters better take it in
We done done dirt and back up on that block screaming once again

[Chorus]
Murder, that's what I be yelling
Wit' a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die
Murder, that's what I be yelling
Wit' a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die
Murder, that's what I be yelling
Wit' a twist of my wrist, like O.J., you all die