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dieabolik the monster - murda! murda! كلمات أغنية

[intro: dieabolik the monster]
and first time i k!lled somebody, it was such a rush. and, it was just like that shot of dope. every time i did it, it was that rush again. and i started chasing that high
alright, let’s get started. you may learn something
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
b_tch, i murder and you don’t want any part of that (part of that)
got a saw and an axe in my backpack (backpack)
murda! murda! that’s what i f_ckin’ do b_tch
murda! murda! and i’ma murder you

[verse 1]
i’ve been thinkin’ that (that) we should k!ll ’em all (all)
i’ll treat the skin like the cellophane, we can peel ’em off (peel ’em off)
k!llin’ f_ggots if they f_ggots try to get involved (get involved)
they’re jealous ’cause they’re seein’ how a monster gonna gеt ’em off (yeah!)
k!ller, takе your body and your whole ghost (ghost)
hitman, you can get it for the b.o.g.o (b.o.g.o)
chainsaw through your jumpman logo
k!ll that motherf_cker, dieabolik goin’ rogue, so
i’m a genie’s blood, boil in the kettle (in the kettle)
i’ll slice a b_tch neck with a piece of sheet metal (sheet metal)
body parts from the crib and the ghetto
tie ’em up with slipknots, i ain’t talkin’ heavy metal (ha!)
born a f_ckin’ loser, made into a madman (madman)
i’d rather people diggin’ through their f_ckin’ trash cans (trash)
i spit the fire that’ll make your body expand (expand)
and then i’ll cut you like i’m runnin’ with the x_men (yah!)
[chorus]
b_tch, i murder and you don’t want any part of that (part of that)
got a saw and an axe in my backpack (backpack)
murda! murda! that’s what i f_ckin’ do b_tch
murda! murda! and i’ma murder you
b_tch, i murder and you don’t want any part of that (part of that)
got a saw and an axe in my backpack (backpack)
murda! murda! that’s what i f_ckin’ do b_tch
murda! murda! and i’ma murder you

[verse 2]
wolverine like a k!ller live in michigan
werewolf in the city, eatin’ up the citizens’ (yeah)
sh_ttin’ on ’em like i gotta take a sh_t again (ayy)
fat b_tches on my d_ck like the cum is the insulin (haha)
k!ll ’em with the instrument, call that sh_t a prop bang (bang)
hit ’em with an elbow for my people like a rock fan (fan)
flow dirty but it’s fine like a roxanne (roxanne)
heat ’em up and they’re fallin’ inside my croc hands (yeah)
burnt bodies, keep your nose paint like cocaine
i’m in colorado smokin’ bud, bumpin’ slow pain
the blood fallin’ from the sky like a f_ckin’ slow rain
they burnin’ ’cause i’m turnin’ everything into some propane (pane)
and then i spit the flame (flame) and watch these f_ckers burn (burn)
i’m screamin “cult sh_t” until these motherf_ckers learn (learn)
it ain’t a joke, i’m ’bout my bi’ness like a death wish (death wish)
i’ll cut your throat until your body leakin’ red sh_t ’cause
[chorus]
b_tch, i murder and you don’t want any part of that (part of that)
got a saw and an axe in my backpack (backpack)
murda! murda! that’s what i f_ckin’ do b_tch
murda! murda! and i’ma murder you
b_tch, i murder and you don’t want any part of that (part of that)
got a saw and an axe in my backpack (backpack)
murda! murda! that’s what i f_ckin’ do b_tch
murda! murda! and i’ma murder you

[verse 3]
i came into the game with a life but i’m endin’ it (yeah)
you could call me luna with the tic at the end of it (yeah)
born a pyromaniac inside a black pontiac
and thinkin’ ’bout the next k!ll makes me an insomniac (b_tch)
k!ller with the mask on and a pair of jordan’s b_tch (yeah)
your god died rollin’ like a game of morton’s list (hahaha)
that means you’re f_ckin’ funny (no), but i ain’t laughin’ though (no)
i got a black axe, better used for hackin’ domes (yeah!)
dippin’ blunts in the blood like a dye boss (boss)
that means i’m paintin’ trees, you could call me bob ross (ross)
hotter than a molotov, poppin’ at your tire first
yank you out the car and get it crackin’ like a firework (bang!)
b_tch, you know you’re dyin’ first
then you know you ride a he_rs_
summon up the dead every time i f_ckin’ write verse (yeah)
and now you’re talkin’ on some comin’ out the grave sh_t
blow your brains on the speakers, bounce with the bass b_tch (b_tch!)
[chorus]
b_tch, i murder and you don’t want any part of that (part of that)
got a saw and an axe in my backpack (backpack)
murda! murda! that’s what i f_ckin’ do b_tch
murda! murda! and i’ma murder you
b_tch, i murder and you don’t want any part of that (part of that)
got a saw and an axe in my backpack (backpack)
murda! murda! that’s what i f_ckin’ do b_tch
murda! murda! and i’ma murder you (biatch!)

[outro]
ayy!
ayy!
ayy!
ayy!

- dieabolik the monster

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