| Yo, there’s a dozen ways to die, six million ways to do it
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| Let’s go through it, my mind flow like fluid
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| Torture, chop your legs off, thrown off the boat
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| Guillotine, nigga, one chop to the throat
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| Suffocation, saran wrapping your face
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| Buried alive, throw a few nails in the case
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| Manslaughter, eight degrees of separation
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| Leave your body chopped up in a piece, that’s mutilation
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| Six million ways to die, cyanide in your drink
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| Catch a Cuban necktie for your mink
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| Domo style, cut up and stuffed in the fridge
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| And maybe washed up and show around thunder the bridge
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| Hit him with the whip, drag him half a block
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| Machete or the sock full of padlocks
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| Chainsaw, switch your medication
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| Stomp a nigga out til he one with the pavement
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| Torture, he’s gruely peaking at the meeting
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| Suspicions of him being a rat, even worse than cheating
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| I’m cold reaking of ice picks, scratch and sticks and closed fists
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| Brassknuckle still toe kicks
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| Crack ribs, punch your lungs, hard weaving
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| He’s gasping and wheezing for air, his breath he can’t catch
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| He clinches the shirt on his chest
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| In a dying effort to reveal his last will before he was killed
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| First thing first, I chopped their head to their fingertips
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| Butcher knife your torso, chop off your ligaments
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| Make sure it’s legitimate, conceal all my fingerprints
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| Chop, chop your body up quick then get rid of it
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| A hole in the desert, body bag, just just polluted it
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| Your miss was a snitch too? |
| Shotgun killed the bitch
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| Leave you in the wilderness, suffocated and scarred up
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| Your brother want more too, blow his fucking car up
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| Remember homocide city, murder mystery efficiently
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| Delete your fucking history broke bone, missing teeth
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| Throw bones memory, brings on the triple beam
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| All topped and chopped up, my luck is a Mr Clean
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| Clorax and vicious steam sterilized the whole scene
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| Photograph your death so I can spread it to your whole team
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| I won’t leave a trace of evidence for the case
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| It’s sinister to finish it, hid with the man with no face
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| Red wine and pink pill
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| Unknowingly that this would be his last meal
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| Cut the voice, made the field, six inch stiletto heel
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| Kept his refills filled
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| Til he like s kept him still for the real deal
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| Hitman from Brooklyn, Tommy gun specialist
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| sipped cavasier at the bar then waited till she lit a cigar
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| Then sprayed
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| Them shatter wine glass he layed, he never saw it coming
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| Yo, murder one, bullets went fast through the flesh
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| I cocked the sawed off shotty, put a hole in your chest
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| Blow your lungs out, I’ve seen you been smoking for years
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| You got no heart, I’ll hunt you down like Cape Fear
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| Push your brains out the back of your head, blow off your hands
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| Leave your body in a dumpster, head in the trashcan
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| Cell catchin scene look clean as a whistle
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| Ghost carved to your skin tissue til your bone grizzle |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murder Spree Ft. U-God, Masta Killa, Inspectah Deck and Killa Sin, artist - Ghostface Killah. Album song Twelve Reasons to Die "The Brown Tape", in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп