Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murder Murder, artist - Drapht. Album song The Life of Riley, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Ayems
Song language: English
Murder Murder |
Placing the blame, you lose the power to change. |
Less arranging the blame. |
How we to gain? |
Uh Uh |
How do they blame old, plain old Paul? |
All fall together like they were sitting up on the pay role |
of Adolf Hitler. |
They used the bottle and took more comical shit than |
Kenny could shovel. |
But I love you. |
Knowing that I loving you, |
hate fuels the flame for me to remain above of you. |
Show them here you couldn’t blame me. |
You cruise, shot through cos you adamant like Dick Cheney. |
Still blaming, I owe you shit. |
Don’t owe you zip, don’t owe you shit. |
'nless I shit in the bag and the flame is lit |
and I place it on your porch and the doorbell ring… |
…a-ring a rosie, now everybody knows me. |
Just more people that can blow me. |
Oh what a shame. |
It’s like, |
Murder Murder Murder Murder. |
Won’t say a word to no one |
and now it’s over. |
Cos it’s like, |
Murder Murder Murder Murder. |
Cos this is the end |
and you could never see it. |
If it was up to him, I would be blaming my Ma for my skintone, |
blame my Dad for never ever being home, |
blame the booze for making me lethal |
and Yoko for breaking up the Beatles. |
And I could blame Hollywood for the world’s mess |
and life for giving me jealous girlfriends. |
Lay in faith for the weight on my back, |
but when you point the finger, three point back at you |
and you |
and you |
and yoouu |
Aww poor baby, you blaming your parents. |
They’re in the wrong cos their caring was so rare |
and they never said that they loved you, |
so you Kung-Fu fighting the world |
run through with the one two. |
Can’t undo a monsoon, you can’t come to my party |
acting like you were Arnie, one man army with the tsunami |
riding, starting with Drapht over punani. |
Nah nah nah nah, man you dreaming. |
You think the world gonna change when you leaving us? |
You ain’t Jesus Bruz, |
just a little bit of Cletus |
little bit of Beavis Butthead. |
Can’t leave stuck in the past. |
The darkest the fear, where the dark blame the fear |
and the fear blame the dark. |
They say D-rapht forgot his roots, but I remember, |
her, her, her, her and you. |
It’s like, |
Murder Murder Murder Murder. |
Won’t say a word to no one |
and now it’s over. |
Cos it’s like, |
Murder Murder Murder Murder. |
Cos this is the end |
and you could never see it. |
Tomorrow will never end like this. |
You out of sight, out of mind. |
Never thought I had friends like this, |
never will let them fool me twice. |
Sorry it had to end like this. |
Sorry you ain’t a friend of mine. |
Never again have friends like this |
and sorry that you were left behind. |
Because, I should be blaming Ma for my skintone, |
blame my Dad for never ever being home, |
blame the booze for making me lethal |
and Yoko for breaking up the Beatles. |
And I could blame Hollywood for the world’s mess |
and life for giving me jealous girlfriends. |
Lay in faith for the weight on my back, |
but when you point the finger, three point back at you. |