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r3dd l – murder, murder, murder كلمات اغاني

[verse 1]
murder, murder, murder, f_ck with me, you won’t be seen
if you acted professional, you’d not be part of my murder spree
anybody who’s cursing me, you gon’ die just for hurting me
i’ll get inside your head, it’s gon’ be nightmare on murder street
every time that you go to sleep, i’ll appear in your f_cking dreams
but i won’t k!ll you straight away and let you suffer for free
knock you out cold, referee won’t get to three
you’re punching above your weight; i suggest that you flee
what were you thinking when you decided to lie?
did you think you could do it and hope that i wouldn’t mind?
that’s some f_cking delusional sh_t that’s going on
would you be offended if i asked what you’ve been smoking on?
you want your parents to die, man, you’re on that bamber sh_t
the more you keep on slandering, the more your life you’re gambling
on twitter, you keep manufacturing your lies about me
and it’s funny, ‘cause to me it seems you’ve got some f_cked up fantasies

[bridge]
okay… f_ck this guy on verse 1 that i’m talking about, now
okay? let’s get to murdering this f_cking idiot hailing from
f_ck knows where but, f_ck this guy, too

[verse 2]
i’ve written some pretty sh_tty verses in my time
like, for example, this dumb cowboy came to me and asked for my rhymes
then he came to me again with something else; i recorded
like you do, feeling polite, thought “what the h_ll,” let’s do this right
and then he asked for me to rap like someone else, like, what the f_ck?
don’t do this, man, don’t tell me how to write my god d_mn f_cking lines
i don’t appreciate being told that i’m a c_nt, when i’m being nice
did sh_t for free… instead i could have told you there’s a price
and now i’ve got it off my chest, i can move on, lay you to rest
man, marley sucks he’s such a leech, please go to church or drink some bleach
i really couldn’t give a f_ck, but man, please practice what you preach
whiskey, weed & women was a joke, you f_cking creep
saying that you hate these rappers wanting to get to the top
surely that’s what you want as well, or do you just want to flop?
murder, murder, murder, get this song stuck in your head
so at least you’ve got some evidence of murder, for the cops

[outro]
you know, because i just k!lled you on this sh_t, son
hahahaha, oh man

- r3dd l

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