Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death Murder & Mayhem, artist - Dj Kay Slay. Date of issue: 21.09.2017
Song language: English
Death Murder & Mayhem |
| Oh yeah, this dirty right here |
| Oh, I’m comin', niggas, I know you hear my footsteps |
| Kay Slay, what up? |
| This is pandemonium, cuffs can’t hold him |
| Puff can’t make him go get nothin' from nowhere |
| Don’t ask do we buy these shows, don’t go there |
| Jump off the stage, leave the microphone smokin' |
| Free rep Philly everywhere that he’s goin' |
| He’s overseas, y’all fleas don’t go there |
| Y’all got keys but your keys get you nowhere |
| It’s up behind bars, nigga, no cells open |
| Twenty-twenty vision, y’all is Ford Focused |
| We ride Benzes, key-less ignition |
| Freeze on point like the bass with the rhythm, we livin' |
| All y’all do is spark mad’ism |
| Test us, gun spark, no harsh feelins |
| I play the villain, young arch-nemesis |
| You don’t got the heart, don’t partake in it |
| Is you soft like butter? |
| I see visions |
| You like, «Why did they let Free into this?» |
| Bearded bandit, lyrical terrorist |
| You know Free, he be everywhere the money is |
| Flow like Free? |
| Y’all guys is hilarious |
| Death, murder, and mayhem, everything that drama bring |
| I slay niggas with K’s, I’m with the drama king |
| Death, death, murder and mayhem, everything that drama bring |
| I slay niggas with K’s, I’m with the drama king |
| Put the barrel to his apparel, shoot back like bow and arrow |
| I’m on them niggas' hills like shadow |
| Hundred shottas go 'blocka' when it’s a battle |
| I turn that block to a lot of you niggas tattle |
| Silencers when I do it, won’t hear a rattle |
| Nigga, that’s how we do it on this north Philly gravel |
| to the city, don’t need to help with me |
| 'Cause hollow tips and the fifty tied to the belt with me |
| Do you wanna ride or die? |
| yeahh |
| La, la, la, la, said them fuckers in the sky |
| Every shell got a name |
| Feel like I spent years in the range so you know I’m so sincere with my aim |
| Get the drop, you get shot if you there when I rain |
| Go insane, get a kick out of airin' you lames |
| You the type when it go down, disappear on the gang |
| I did it from day one, still here I remain |
| Death, murder, and mayhem, everything that drama bring |
| I slay niggas with K’s, I’m with the drama king |
| Death, death, murder and mayhem, everything that drama bring |
| I slay niggas with K’s, I’m with the drama king |
| T Lee the answer, better yet, the antidote |
| Sixteens, cancer, boy still a cannibal |
| Bars raised standards, flow so impeccable |
| But now that I’mma lawyer, go the game by the testicles |
| The nerve of me |
| Slay, it just occurred to me |
| If they under thirty then they probably never heard of me |
| They don’t show the courtesy |
| My homie told me murder these clowns with rhymes and get in line like |
| fraternities |
| You better tell boy, yeah, boy, I’m hot |
| You can call me hellboy, why? |
| I’mma die hot |
| Tra' still amongst the best, so why stop? |
| Yeah, you know I’m a monster, youngster, cyclops |
| Big game, hollow tip, click bang, I’m the shit |
| Hit her in your Porsche, you only hot 'cause of politics |
| Let’s see, address me as yes sire, esquire |
| Admire the pedigree that just fired |
| Death, murder, and mayhem, everything that drama bring |
| I slay niggas with K’s, I’m with the drama king |
| Death, death, murder and mayhem, everything that drama bring |
| I slay niggas with K’s, I’m with the drama king |
| Death, murder, and mayhem, everything that drama bring |
| I slay niggas with K’s, I’m with the drama king |
| Yeah, it’s scrappy, it’s like the iron swing |
| And you can say that rappin' and let the llama sing |
| I throw a note from this A.C.P |
| Bullets come in H.D. |
| on blu-ray, you rappers is bootleg |
| Your skinny ass jeans is too tight |
| You wouldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight or nut in an orgy |
| I rock your balls, you’s a fuckin' employee |
| Niggas better start duckin' when I’m pluckin' this forty |
| Cold-hearted but my blood run hotter than June |
| I’m still doper than the shit in the middle of spoons |
| And I don’t give a fuck 'bout a goon, I’m a guerrilla |
| I beat my chest and growl at the moon |
| A alike, yeah |
| B alike |
| You flee little rappers annoyin' like mini-bikes |
| A buncha noise I just do it like Nike |
| Pull out that toy, you get sparked on site, right |
| Need a light? |
| Uh |
| Get it right, went over that stove, I cooked coke like rice |
| Straight Bolivian, it cooked like twice |
| Turned nine into half a stone |
| A Mac ninety with that hundred shot drum turn your house to half a home |
| And I ain’t even in gear, I’m at half my zone |
| You don’t even know the half when the half is on |
| I don’t stop 'til your casket gone |
| Start cuttin' niggas jumpin' off buildings like Pastor Troy |
| We could face-off like Castor Troy |
| Yeah, the Broad Street Bully back, you bastards warned |