Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murder Soundtrack, artist - Sadat X.
Date of issue: 14.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Murder Soundtrack |
The aggravator exacerbated immaculator |
And the mac he sprayed was mad layered a track slayer |
Sadat was on guard, with armour and bombs ready |
We stomped upon Freddie, and locked his arms steady |
Pull the cord placement, the rapper had a choice |
Grab the cash, stay mad hungry, lungin' at the boy |
Shunned the son after annointment |
The wondered rappers enjoyment |
The boy had lacked what his dad |
And his grandmamma his told him |
Grew up with the long shot, dark spotted hockey mask |
Shot off a Glock, mossberg, and a cocky stance |
Knockin' on doors. |
Popped the wrong person, then he bounced |
Penny bounced on him |
The boy’s little sister |
Employed with the scripture, or a ultimate gun-bust |
Swarming, formin' his data that 'Fro was mostly an honor |
To meet Sadat and then knock off mobsters in the town |
Record a Murder Soundtrack in Will Tell’s basement |
It’s a murder soundtrack. |
(soundtrack, soundtrack…) |
(I started it, now I’m gonna end it…) |
The bone rattling, gun-gattling crisis. |
Fuck ISIS |
Robbery and heists (-es) |
I’m right here where the dice-is |
Have you buried where the mice is |
Listen my advice is: |
Afro to short hair |
We take sport here |
Don’t get caught here |
Beat Ill |
Tell Will |
Will Tell |
We’ll kill |
Break bread, fake dead, take lead, club med, rap head, scrap’s dead |
Start again |
Low cardigan |
Tell me what’s your part again |
I finally found the art again |
You finally found your heart again |
Fuck that, we all is in |
With Afro’s spray |
The young boy know all this, how he get that way? |
Why my hair turn grey? |
Burn your tax pay |
A chef like Bobby Flay |
They say «Daddy, you cray.» |
It’s a murder soundtrack. |
(soundtrack, soundtrack…) |