| It was murder over hard like I like my eggs
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| Eat 'em up, she don’t need no motherfuckin' grave
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| We in love, me and murder, we tight like vice grips
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| She don’t know the raw, I like my murder over hard
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| Yeah, I got some different, I’m grippin' the samurai
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| I’ll be damned if I spit at your bitch and I am denied
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| I’m John Allen Muhammad, my son is John Malvo
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| Snipin' at you rappers and there ain’t no need for I. V
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| Or I.D. |
| or poisonous ivy, nigga, try me
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| Now so niggas’ll bubble up like some fried meat
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| Now those niggas won’t try me, I got a variety
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| They try to be, lie to me, tell me that nigga’s tight as me
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| Like the type that eats meat, I’ll eat and not eat, I like the raw meat
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| Pussy meat, push me, I’ll put you right in the saw seat
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| I’ll cut your head open, it’s Spidey, he’s off the opium
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| Scopin' 'em right out the trunk and I’m 'bout to open 'em
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| I don’t really wanna cope with the «Lynch is fallin' off» shit
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| I’m puttin' bodies in bags and haulin' off shit
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| I’m in the lobby with magnifiers and y’all’s kids
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| I’m 'bout to burn 'em, you better come out, Y’all bitches
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| Shit, real shit
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| What I talk about’ll make you run out the house and kill shit
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| I’ve got famous from layin' 'em all out, sprayin' 'em all up
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| Like grave dig put the shovel in the face and spin the corner
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| Long ride, jump out the doghouse with the cartoon Nina
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| If we leave anything like she breathin', we eatin', leave clean-up
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| Mean muggin' to get your spleen tucked when I squeeze Nina
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| Meat cuttin', the meat market, put your shot?
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| Cock it to back, mean snub-nose out the front seat of the
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| He knows we killin' up shit like Vietnam and I’m leavin' 'em
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| Hangin' there, like puttin' seasoning, beats with a machine
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| Deep-freezin' 'em, cut 'em evenly in half after the meat is done
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| And I don’t even need to finish this verse, Y’all know I’m shit
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| Like potty training, I’mma be aimin' at targets hit
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| I mean, choppin' it up, cock it and lock it, like hot in the oven
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| Hot and ready, kidnapped in public (I like mine over easy)
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| This is all I think about, this is all I talk about
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| Trust me, if I cut off his legs, then he won’t be walkin' out
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| Sacramento king, I don’t wanna get Adam Vinatieri on him
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| I just klack him with the thing, wrap 'em up and then have at a nigga’s spleen
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| That’s what happened on the scene (What happened?) Dinner and a
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| Took him to the dinin' room and I’m splittin' him up like Bobby and Whitney
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| Nobody gettin' him up, sippin' on a cup of blood, right out the wine glass
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| Sittin' by the fireplace with a nigga’s brains in my plate
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| I’m as hard as they come, I make niggas hard
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| When I spit to bitches, they come right out they leotards
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| I clean it up with my tongue, I love to eat skin
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| I like them bitches you really could sink your teeth in
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| Somebody save me, I’m 'bout to go off the deep end
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| You think I’m strange now, just wait 'til this weekend
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| Invite her to dinner and stab it in her |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murder Over Hard (feat. Gmacc & BZO) , by - Brotha Lynch Hung. Song from the album Dinner And A Movie, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп