Murder [E] Songtext
von Dren Calisas

This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder

Let me hit you with a little snippet of the mind
Yeah, you might think it′s crazy but my world is undefined
I got that verbal destruction to enslave mankind
But I sit back, relax, and remain unsigned

You motherfuckers can't fuck with me
You can′t fuck with us 'cause we create the scene
It's just a game to you average breeds
You think I′m captive to desire and greed
Bitch please, you′re just another mouth to feed
Just a page in a chapter that I left to bleed


Got you hoping that the horror, yeah, will recede
But death is near so you shall proceed
Got a double barrel magnum on my pencil tip
So the bars that I'm dropping have extended clips
See I came from the world to my godlike bricks
So be careful with a nigga with the boss clique
Don′t rush, take my time with a verse

Life that gives you might think it's a curse
Yeah, third degree, bitch call me a nurse
And my mind is hot, might take a turn for the worse
See this is why I keep it locked up

My mental feels like the lightning struck
So don′t take a sip from my mortal cup

Unless you're willing to test your luck
But yet I′m an underdog looking for praise

Paving my way through the labyrinth maze

Look into the eyes of the darkest gaze
But let me hit you quickly with this final blaze
See I know how it is to feel afraid
Don't get it twisted from my thoughts and ways

Passing me the mic and the haters decay

This is the beginning of a murder display


This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder

I'm like fuck this world and every motherfucker in it
Ain′t no doubts or hearts ′cause you ain't come from my lineage
Got a lack of love ′cause they be something like women
How they yap and shrug and go on minding they business
I'm the last of a dying breed
OT ain′t a bitch, a vagina me
You should witness what my eyes seen

And maybe you would flip like the magazine
One shot still it click click and it's gone
Do it all for my clique clique, got a big bone
Fucking with my camp and I grip the big chrome

Dump it all in on my crush and spit dome
We the underdogs and we the leftovers
Tryna go from a hundred to a test of roasts
We them hungry ass pitbulls off the choke
′Cause now they rip through your shit, pussy, nice to know ya

See for my composure, neither type to holster
I'm the sight that's striking ′til the life is over
I don′t like exposure but I might just coach ya
With advice and a nice little knife to show ya
What am I supposed to do? Bad habits

I came in the game with wrath and mass panic

A brace of insane, deranged and half mad at that
Black hat, hashtag that's magic, yo
See you fucking with a murderer

And with a literal and lyrical you feel it through your vertebra
Making moves until the birds erupt
Hit the business with no witness
When they come you never heard of bruh
Bit as humble as a kindred niece is
But you′re coming with the trouble you get sent to Jesus
You akin to feces, break your pen to pieces
When you're dealing with a sinner you akin Khaleesis
It′s a murder

This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder

Rah rah rah like a dungeon dragon
And blowing off, pants sagging
Throwed off, psycho
They need to put me in a psych home
Y'all playing games like it′s Tyco
Jason with a mask on
Fighting sleep like Freddy Krueger tryna get me
Writing these lyrics inside of my sleep
I'm crazy

Mind playing tricks on me
My girl think I'm crazy now

These rappers be spitting these lyrics but they ain′t got bars

They digital dashing ′cause niggas ain't rapping no more
This autotune industry got ′em just jumping on tracks
Call Freddy and Jason, it's time for a murder

Lyrically speaking

I′m done with these rappers, they talking 'bout nothing
They claim that they eating
They really be throwing lies in their lyrics
How many bitches and cars you gon′ rap about?
Can't even pay for your time at the lab
We call 'em studio ballers
Call your bitch to pick you up
′Cause you ain′t even got a car, nigga

Saying you banging in the hood

But you ain't even got a score, nigga
I′m so sick and tired of these rappers
They talking 'bout bullshit and we call it music
And the fans are just buying this shit
And the radio still playing this shit
Fuck niggas talk about bad bitches all in their songs
When you see them niggas, they be with some old ugly hoes
Baby mama looking fat hoes
I don′t even wanna hear your music

I don't even know what′s going on
Your last record said you had a Porsche
You pulled up in a Ford Escort

This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder
This is murder, this is murder