The Murder's Freestyle

(Uh) (Ayy) (I’m doing this shit again)

(Let’s go)

I’ll hold,

Your bitch, till she drops down to her knees and sucks my dick, (yeah)

I ain’t gonna trip, on this shit,

Cause when I’m spitting raps,

I mean every last word I say, no cap (no cap)

I’m going to hit this shit, like I hit your bitch,

(Yeah) from the back and front,

(Yeah)I’m gonna hit her cunt,

(Yeah) Smoke her like a blunt,

(Yeah) I’m pulling some stunts,

Literally, figuratively, and lyrically

I’m going on a murder spree,

But wait there’s no blood on the crime scene,

(Wait, wait) “What does he mean?”

I kill lyrically, leave your ego, critically,

Injured, I’m spitting better in my youth,

Then you, will ever or ever do,

How’s that for the fucking truth?

I’m spitting fire in the booth,

I’m mixing my genres like some fucking vermouth,

You took an oath, but you're breaking fucking rules,

This bitch thinks he cool, this bitch thinks we cool,

I ain’t trying to go back, like when you were in school,

When you did the shit, like who’s cool,

And who’s not, fuckers think they’re big making a whole plot,

And you end up getting caught, I’m going to be the one, with the red dot,

To your fucking head, (grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh)

There’s a gun shot,

Leaving your ass dead,

This bitch needs to OD,

On some meds,

With the codeine…

(Stop) (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

In the brain, again, with the cocaine, you complain,

Of pain, slowly going insane, but let me explain,

Why you crashing like a plane, and why I got blood stains,

And why your friend is slain, but you should know, you ain’t gonna find a way,

To get away, cause you’re here stay, listen too what I say, and you’ll be okay,

Not (-laugh-)

(I’m gonna be doing a song with BeatIsMurder)

(Later on, in my album, but for now, I’m out)

(Oh yeah, one more thing, I’m doing this…cause I’m a killer)

(-Laugh-)