Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Manson Murder, artist - Styles P. Date of issue: 15.04.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Manson Murder |
| Believe me, if I started murdering people… |
| There’d be none of you left |
| Basically, hit you with the hard nigga recipe |
| Fuck you! |
| If you ain’t with me, or next to me |
| (Fuck you!) |
| I ain’t one for the small talk |
| Ghost’ll get it in like Nucky on Boardwalk |
| Real grimy nigga though, I’ma let the 4 talk |
| You ain’t got to hear me dog, you could hear the lord talk |
| Uzi up the place when the shotty blow the doors off |
| Dream of dollar bills and killin niggas that the kid hate |
| Nuttin' on yo bitch face, brain is in the sick place |
| Maybe it’s the wax or the fact that I’m shitfaced |
| Rap spelled backward is par — you ain’t up to that |
| If your shit sound wack I had enough of that |
| Fuck em all from the bottom to the top |
| If you left it up to me, yea all of 'em get shot |
| A bullseye on the forehead |
| Fuck wack rappers, leave em all dead |
| Why do you wanna call me a murderer for? |
| I’ve never killed anyone |
| I don’t need to kill anyone |
| I think it |
| Voices in the attic, bodies in the basement |
| People under the stairs hold my guns and chasin |
| When I buy a brick I bring a base head to taste it |
| Zombies out here, yea this shit is like a wasteland |
| I don’t give a fuck about no goddamn bath salts |
| P91 to blow half of your mass off |
| Face all over the asphalt |
| No track down here but whips is like NASCAR |
| Weed in the glass jar, shot em in the head ‘cause the trash words |
| Then I got ghosts like Casper |
| No, I get ghosts like myself |
| If I rap like you I put the toast to myself |
| I shit on you, the mic booth in your board |
| Why don’t you find a bridge and bungee with no chord |
| Or build yourself a pool full of swords |
| Dive in it, next time you rhyme put your mind in it |
| Maybe I should’ve killed 4 to 500 people |
| Then I would’ve felt better |
| The healthiest nigga in New York, smoking Newport’s |
| I’m not a new boos, I’m in the new Porsche |
| My Nike sneakers, it be my like sneakers |
| Jogging on the beach with my wife beaters |
| Word to Obama mama, Jeffrey Dahmer drama |
| Swiss got keys, pianos and Alicia |
| When I be talkin keys I’m talkin coke and the Keisha |
| I know chicks that swallow cum and they still suck it |
| Miscarriage hoes, fowl cuz they still fuckin |
| You know the deal, they don’t even wait to heal |
| My booster bitches — they can’t even wait to steal |
| My favorite sex position is the 69 |
| I fuck er at 6 while holdin my 9 |
| Amsterdam, stuff blunts, call em sumos |
| Walkin out the walk, with a veggie meal you know |
| Kick yo feet up like weed up, show yo speeder |
| I’m the king, man |
| I run the underworld, guy |
| I make the money, man |
| I change minds |