MURK

[Verse 1]
Bitch you outta luck, 'cause today you gon' get struck
Mother fucka better duck, your bitch, make her bladder bust
You already know I tuck, pussy boy you is a fucking fuck
Uppercut, fucking uppercut, knife straight to your gut

[Verse 2]
Grab my fucking tec, hit your mama's neck then fuck her chest
I got guns on deck, bitch you will get wet
Bullets through your vest, make your body rest bitch I'm depressed
Bullets make a mess
None my sins confessed , none my sins confessed
Fuck!