(feat. Turtle Banxx)

[Turtle Banxx]

most of you mother$#&@ers is comical
the rule like me is impossible
verbally illogical I took the heat and then followed you to your residence

and spread your molecules blood floods your follicles
damn right we don't acknowledge you
the streets got eyes of leopard for telling ^!$$%s to up weaponry

when they see your $$# blast and feed your $$# to the fish
life's a (*##$ that'll suck ya dick
and tell them guys we hit that cash

kick $$# ^!$$% they coming for the whole pie
old time guys that wont be satisfied till you lay in a grave
wont be satisfied till the location of the safe cave

some were shining too much so I hide in the shade
the minute you made this move gave him one to his brain


[chorus]
kill kill kill murder murder murder
kill kill kill murder murder murder

in every video its
kill kill kill murder murder murder
in every studio its

kill kill kill murder murder murder
and tell me who ya know that
kill kill kill murder murder murder

in every video its
kill kill kill murder murder murder
in every studio its

kill kill kill murder murder murder
and tell me who ya know that
kill kill kill murder murder murder


[Turtle Banxx]
now I roll like minutes and foes with killers that fold

idiotic mother$#&@ers smokin 'dro by the O's
more by the box so whats this is how we rock it
beats by Cayex and Toxic

China White find a mic
imagine you cant stop it
enough of profit haters make me sick stay on the dick

talking like they made me rich (*##$ please face it
legit ballin gave me this and you cant take me
cause you cant make it in this game you gotta hate it

^!$$%s kill me with that weak %#@! come around on street %#@!
guns that don't reach %#@! in a talk of insanity
deaths wanted at your $$# blast your identity

ain't no hoes over you ain't know
we don't fold we monopolize and ostracize hoes
(*##$ $$# ^!$$%s that try to rise

I'm sick of the die sick of the knives sick of the guy that say

[chorus]


[Twista]
I had smoked three fillos falling on these spindles

its Twist and T Bizzle
when i blast heat metal he like like beat bittles we little
^!$$%s act like the heart and the heartless

that still bust contrages that rip through cartilage
turn these mortals into gods and godesses
I bury ya slug in them haters claiming they veins pump up

burying blood turns out y'all the scariest thug
on my nutsac thats how I get into sack
sorrow hollows I spit at ya jag if he don't die he gonna %#@! in a bag

from K Town to V.I.P. ain't no V.I.P.
ain't no three I.D.'s
that'll get you to a place where we got keys and peas off our trees

controversy wild ^!$$%s thats thirsty and bodily fluids
smoking terror that'll smell bloody hands on your soul like mascara
disciples of death

you wont even hear fears in they cry
don't you hear that cold in they throat and see they tears in they eyes
my ^!$$%s rhyme thats all I love

put a bullet to the sky but a ^!$$% gotta die if he call my blood
so watch it when you say

[chorus]


kill kill kill murder murder murder
kill kill kill murder murder murder
kill kill kill murder murder murder
kill kill kill