Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murder Soundtrack , by - Sadat X. Release date: 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…) |