| I’m so Axl Rose around my pack of smokes
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| Sippin' and spillin' this jack and coke all over my clothes
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| Kickin' it on shows with bummest hoes
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| What you ain’t heard about Young Wicked?
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| Oh shit, your momma know
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| I came to the crib, taking a hit
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| Take a body to the back, gotta change it a bit
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| I ain’t came for fucking, I’m just cuttin' on this bitches instead
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| Cuttin' on this bitches neck, nothing with the every scream
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| M.O.E. |
| baby murder over everything
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| I’m sicker than the avarage and I can’t find the antidote
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| Pictures on my cameras, confessions of a cannibal
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| Tryin' to erase my visions but the voices bringing me back for more
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| Murder more, have your bloody body hanging vertical
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| Inner Sleepy Hollow like Sweeney Todd when I’m serving those
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| Meat pies made from my skills with the surgical
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| Disguies as the cable guy on the service scope
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| He smiles when she realizes he’s murderer
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| One more body, bloody bodies ain’t a thang
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| Two, two more visions, three words on my brian
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| Four, four, five, six, six, six like a scary dream
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| M.O.E. |
| — murder over everything
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| Murder over everything (murder more, murder more) x3
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| Murder over everything, confessions of a cannibal
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| Murder over everything (murder more, murder more) x3
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| Murder over everything, confessions of a cannibal
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| Murder motherfucker, yeah they call me that all day and night
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| Takin' out the evil cause these bitches don’t be actin' right
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| Yeah I’m tight, yeah I’m fresh, fuck you up for talkin' shit
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| Shooting bullshit at me, but my shine will keep on blocking it
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| Droppin' clips murder more, I’m a fuckin' animal
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| Like a lion I’m a king and killin' all them fucking hoes
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| Call me Freddy when you’re sleepin', I’ll be standin' over you
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| Dice you up and serve you up for dinner too, coming through
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| Get it right, murder over everything
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| Don’t give a fuck what you bring, cause it don’t affect me
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| M.O.E. |
| till I D.I.E., what you know bout A.M.B.
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| Garcia brother and I rep that A.X.E
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| Sick in the head, sick in the dome
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| Bodies burried beneath my home
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| And now you know, I filled my four and want some more
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| When I rock, when I spit, when I smoke
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| When you see the A.M.B, it’s M.O.E |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song M.O.E. , by - Axe Murder Boyz. Song from the album The Garcia Brothers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп