| When darkness be closin in
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| I’m motivated, with the howlin wind
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| with a list of chosen men, frozen in sin
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| Knowin that your end is beginnin
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| Swift silent and deadly
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| There’s no defendin my plots, I know your every movement
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| For six months I watch, coulda gotchu at your baby’s mother’s house
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| Even at your down-low weed spot
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| But the backdrop, wasn’t flattering enough
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| I didn’t want people gathering and stuff
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| Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff
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| Here — puff this here, while I figure which way, to split yo’wig
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| Right now you as nervous, as a Farmer John pig
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| As I dig into my tragic bag, take out the HK
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| Twist on the silencer, insert the thirty-shot mag
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| Bullet stuck to his brain like a mack
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| Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet
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| This is anybody MURDERAHHH
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| to fuckin everybody MURDERAHHH
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| Nigga all y’all MURDERAHHH
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| uh, uh, for real
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| You’ll fuck around and get killed
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| This is anybody MURDERAHHH
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| Motherfuckin everybody MURDERAHHH
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| Yeah nigga all y’all MURDERAHHH
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| uh, uh, for real
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| You’ll fuck around and get killed
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| Peeped all the stash drop and exchange of the dough
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| Lurkin through the turf, think how I’ma just work
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| Give em chase to the crib and yo he properly laced
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| Stepped out the car, put my steel, to the side of his face
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| Murder — this the fuckin Case, rob this nigga and shake
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| the fuckin spot cause in a few it’s gon’be crawlin with cops!
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| Who’s the bad bitch now, you crept on, paid the piper
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| Who’da thought a sexy bitch could be a murderous sniper
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| Detrimental to your health, shoulda learned yo’lesson
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| But it’s too late nigga bye-bye, better count yo’blessings
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| I been watchin you watchin me, yeah you ballin
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| Was, nigga now you finger fucked and steady fallin
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| A thug wit no love, but bitch niggaz die fast
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| Thug niggaz die young — oh what you thought you would last?
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| Blast two shots to the dome, slide back to the pad
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| and jack my nigga off, til his dick get soft
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| Resume the wifey boo shit, cause yo my man don’t know
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| that his bitch is straight ill, servin ass with fo’fo'
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| I’m a motherfuckin MURDERAHHH
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| Bitch disses anybody MURDERAHHH
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| Yeah nigga all y’all MURDERAHHH
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| uh, uh, for real
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| You’ll fuck around and get killed
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| I’m a motherfuckin MURDERAHHH
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| Uhh bitch disses anybody MURDERAHHH
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| Yeah nigga all y’all MURDERAHHH
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| uh, uh, for real
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| You’ll fuck around and get killed! |