Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song M.O.E., artist - Axe Murder Boyz. Album song The Garcia Brothers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.03.2015
Record label: Canonize, Psychopathic
Song language: English
M.O.E. |
| I’m so Axl Rose around my pack of smokes |
| Sippin' and spillin' this jack and coke all over my clothes |
| Kickin' it on shows with bummest hoes |
| What you ain’t heard about Young Wicked? |
| Oh shit, your momma know |
| I came to the crib, taking a hit |
| Take a body to the back, gotta change it a bit |
| I ain’t came for fucking, I’m just cuttin' on this bitches instead |
| Cuttin' on this bitches neck, nothing with the every scream |
| M.O.E. |
| baby murder over everything |
| I’m sicker than the avarage and I can’t find the antidote |
| Pictures on my cameras, confessions of a cannibal |
| Tryin' to erase my visions but the voices bringing me back for more |
| Murder more, have your bloody body hanging vertical |
| Inner Sleepy Hollow like Sweeney Todd when I’m serving those |
| Meat pies made from my skills with the surgical |
| Disguies as the cable guy on the service scope |
| He smiles when she realizes he’s murderer |
| One more body, bloody bodies ain’t a thang |
| Two, two more visions, three words on my brian |
| Four, four, five, six, six, six like a scary dream |
| M.O.E. |
| — murder over everything |
| Murder over everything (murder more, murder more) x3 |
| Murder over everything, confessions of a cannibal |
| Murder over everything (murder more, murder more) x3 |
| Murder over everything, confessions of a cannibal |
| Murder motherfucker, yeah they call me that all day and night |
| Takin' out the evil cause these bitches don’t be actin' right |
| Yeah I’m tight, yeah I’m fresh, fuck you up for talkin' shit |
| Shooting bullshit at me, but my shine will keep on blocking it |
| Droppin' clips murder more, I’m a fuckin' animal |
| Like a lion I’m a king and killin' all them fucking hoes |
| Call me Freddy when you’re sleepin', I’ll be standin' over you |
| Dice you up and serve you up for dinner too, coming through |
| Get it right, murder over everything |
| Don’t give a fuck what you bring, cause it don’t affect me |
| M.O.E. |
| till I D.I.E., what you know bout A.M.B. |
| Garcia brother and I rep that A.X.E |
| Sick in the head, sick in the dome |
| Bodies burried beneath my home |
| And now you know, I filled my four and want some more |
| When I rock, when I spit, when I smoke |
| When you see the A.M.B, it’s M.O.E |