Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murda Kill, artist - Twisted Insane. Date of issue: 03.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Murda Kill |
| Murda kill, die now nigga’s like murda kill |
| Run if your bitch ass-set nigga hold on to this muthafucka |
| Put his ass on the murder will (brainsick) |
| Did the motherfucker on the murder kill |
| Run if your bitch ass want |
| If my fists dont get it well the a who |
| Then a who then |
| The murder will |
| Mind full of sick thoughts (x8) |
| Im always having visions of my death |
| Waitin for the reaper, nigga what up? |
| Im posted in the corner with the tech |
| It’s the shit to make you little niggas shut up |
| I hit the corner store to get some lays |
| I tried to grab the wheel but i was faded |
| Ive been drinking take a where for 30 days |
| At the rate that i was going |
| Man I barely fuckin made it blood |
| Run up on em I get it manic |
| And i fill em on the ceiling with the sick thoughts |
| You bein the bitch and i be in the whip lookin for a nigga |
| Wrist-watch |
| You be talking boutta motherfucka like he really wanna get his bitch shot |
| Ass hurt, what you really wanna do |
| I got the hoe stroke on this cock |
| Amazing |
| Everbody want a little for a little tasting |
| Go ahead thats more bread |
| I got more head than Beijing |
| Sick up in the brain |
| Maintain no pain |
| Give no fucks, mind full of sick thoughts |
| Fuck you thought bitch im raging |
| Blaze it |
| Saddles surrounding me now im huge |
| Faded off into me i can’t remember, the weed |
| Go to hell of a lamb and where the fuck i begin? |
| Sippin with the poor with the pornstars and gin |
| I win, im on tinman |
| Bitch Im on my head-band |
| Bret Hart sharp shooter |
| Bitch im sure you did that |
| Take you in the bathroom |
| Eat the pussy like a head cat |
| My harpoon, dont tell me that you wig that |
| Im different, times up |
| Take your bitch into a mind fuck |
| At the hotel door lookin like my shows they all lined up |
| Ain’t nobody finna tell you your times up |
| Insane so brainsick |
| There is no need to remind us |
| Filled up with the sickness |
| Chained up like a pitbul |
| You run away |
| Holla mayday everyday just like a bitch do |
| You keep making sure my name is all up in your mouth |
| And ill be making sure your ass is caught up with a clip full nigga |
| (Hook): |
| Murda kill, die now nigga’s like murda kill |
| Run if your bitch ass-set nigga hold on to this muthafucka |
| Put his ass on the murder will (brainsick) |
| Did the motherfucker on the murder kill |
| Run if your bitch ass want |
| If my fists dont get it well the a who |
| Then a who then |
| The murder will |
| Mind full of sick thoughts (x8) |
| I tried to tell them all that i was dangerous |
| They ain’t pay attention to me when I |
| Told em all I will deal em on some pancakes |
| Save the rest for lunch and some for dinner |
| I told em all I will be back in the end |
| The bitch, you tried to cover up the peephole |
| But i ain’t stoppin till you got a shit bag and your pissin blood from out your |
| motherfuckin pee hole |
| Bitch you wanna war then you can take these |
| Take heat |
| Lay him on the floor and watch the brains leak |
| May he rest in peace, a beast |
| So quick and breezy |
| Wait we have to get the fuck up out |
| The safe weak |
| Ain’t we mobile |
| Doing funny shit to get me in your photo |
| Dont you want to be down with the brainsick? |
| no go |
| Walk into my functions you just there in like a pogo |
| And i know all my lyrics they put one in my solo |
| On a mission when im comin through a nigga window |
| Back up, masked up, hold up |
| Where the fuck a nigga been bro? |
| You been undercover like a mothafucka |
| Fuck you talkin bout you been broke |
| If i knew you was still here your bitch ass wouldve been smoked |
| Bummy |
| Layin down in the dirt with no money |
| Niggas talk hella hard till they start to run from me |
| Put em in the front seat |
| Prepare to crash dummy |
| (doo doo doo doo doo) |
| Thats what you get for acting hella funny |
| Turned into a vegetable |
| In a corner screaming bleeding out your testicles |
| And ain’t no bitch to be wanna be caught sittin next to you |
| He was too busy thinking too much with the rest of you |
| I bite like a pitbil |
| You run away everyday just like a bitch do |
| Nigga makin sure my name is all up in your mouth |
| And ill be makin sure your ass is caught up with a clip full, nigga |
| (Hook): |
| Murda kill, die now nigga’s like murda kill |
| Run if your bitch ass-set nigga hold on to this muthafucka |
| Put his ass on the murder will (brainsick) |
| Did the motherfucker on the murder kill |
| Run if your bitch ass want |
| If my fists dont get it well the a who |
| Then a who then |
| The murder will |
| Mind full of sick thoughts (x8) |