Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mc's Out to Murder the World, artist - The Cenobites
Date of issue: 18.05.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mc's Out to Murder the World |
The serial chill for real we ill like Bundy |
Sling skills like guns, we done real g’s like money |
Some feel like, once these techniques extinguish mist |
The meaners with fiendish better seamers and beamers and dreamers |
The extremist, lungs spilla', spun rilla' killa' manilla |
Packages full, we peel a cabbages a bull |
Shit performers, with devillish cleverish attitudes |
Lyrics severed by latitude, chatter, I ain’t mad at you |
Vital organs are more than distorted in the heat of battle |
Delete, get rattled when have you saddle my speakers saddle |
Tattle, my clan seems sanguine in nature |
Bust scams, like major crime figures in Asia |
Oratator exterminator fader eliminator |
Imitators will? |
neek? |
em like they out assimilators |
They innovate the evenin' news, crews be leavin' clues like jews |
Two lyrical too-toos are bleedin' fools |
Like eyes ease at a, copy-katter, sloppy matter of fact |
These raps react like max of body rappers |
You got me at the line, remember my rhyme like nine million times |
Kills, like droppin' they mine fields |
The sorta top hits like water droplets the faces pop shit |
Ya place is six feet underground, topped, with cases |
Of daffodils, raps’ll kill with no remorse he tossed |
Phonys lost the force of E-T, morse, the beat lost |
Wield the steel like excalibur |
Silence ya, all your ears yo hey |
Next challenger |
Check each technique, it’s deeper than the first |
My? |
linnes? |
from the girth run sweeter |
When you rehearse son, even if you birth one |
Weapons melt in my path, my wrath is felt in ya ass |
Like blast felt in ya back, it’s bloody buddy |
Hey, what are ya boys down to |
Is this never endless, this bitch ass metaphor |
I kissed this world syanora I’m tryin horror |
With medicine lyin' after hour I jettison yo |