Murder (feat. Shanga Goman, Wesley Rocco, ¡kylkenny!, Trip C & SpuckyJEEZ)
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What's up y'all, it's Trip C You already know, this that Murder joint We got Shanga on this bitch We got Wesley on this bitch We got Kenny muthafuckin' Kottonmouth on this bitch Y'all ain't ready for this muthafuckin' shit man This that NEM shit You know what I'm talking about This that Neverending Mixtape, you know what I mean Shanga, go and tell these fools, man Tired I'm tired of y'all mistaking weakness out my kindness Pushing for a piece of me like I won't get right to Kimbo slicing When I aim a verse ain't no need to arrange a hearse Man, why waste some dirt I'll just erase your trace off the face of the earth Matter can't be destroyed I guess you don't matter to me Empathic but on tracks it's EMPs and apathy Anybody send a rap and that's practice to be a casualty You know I'm that rapper that turn a beat to an active scene Real knows real, that's not on me if you can't recognize Picked up pens for calisthenics, these demons get exorcised My modus operandi, how could I forget the plan I see red, I black out You don't want it with all these methods, man I'm my only competition and even I'm having fits Why'd my opposition wake up and choose to be masochist Tapping on the gas, I'm matching anything they have equipped Chalk one up for me, I raise the bar and you don't have a grip Yeah, Shanga bodied that verse, man But we only just getting started, baby You know there's more heat coming We got bars All the way to Mars Flying past the stars, bro What a buzz Shit Rocco, get on this shit, man Rocco, kill it Rocco, kill it Rocco Aye, aye, aye Deep inside the heart of Texas That's where I be getting reckless Creeping in that old school Lexus Rapping to some classic Memphis Punks and freaks they always follow Want some dough but give them sorrow I be seeking hoes like Rollo Let them stay but gone tomorrow Even though I'm not a player packing some of that major flavor Still be getting greater later, repping trill and stacking paper Though I can't be buying nothing Hoes can get that super stuffing Touching, licking, sucking, fucking While I got that Al Green bumping Tearing up hookers and whores I be the lord fueled by the infamous roar I am the realest b-boy No need to toy, all of you will be destroyed Murder and butcher your corpse No remorse, send you to the morgue Come fucking with my force and get torched Lost within the void Stitching up my foes in droves and scalping off their skin for clothes That's just how the wicked roll No devil can afford my soul Mass graves, I'm insane Bodies rotting where I lay Clouded by the mystic haze I slay the brave with grit and rage Ladies and gentlemen, that was Wesley Rocco And you're listening to Neverending Radio Next up is the only man Who records his verses from the sewers of East Texas Ayo Kenny What's the weather like over there It's bout to be a hot fucking summer You hear that funky drummer 357 bound to turn your name into a number The sky is filled with thunder We bout to take you under So go and tell your muthafuckin' mother that you love her My niggas ain't barring that, f*ck no You done made the wrong move, no charter back Nigga you on a roll, well how bout we bowl When I put three holes in your starter cap Yeah hoe Took a shine you ain't getting your quarter back Muthafuckas said that he was clean I put his punk ass in the dryer machine, at a laundromat Ever come eye to eye with a devil Tried to tell him you not on that level In the chaos I revel When I put the pedal to metal your ass is disheveled Warriors come out to play You niggas is soft as a petal engraved on Memorial Day We off on a trip like we was takin dimethyl-tryptamine Like Mr. Clean, we wipe his nose like an antihistamine Wash his mouth out, Listerine Smoke his ass like nicotine he history He had to get touched There's no better feeling than feeling that rush Like I'm bout to bust, your heart ain't enough I want your soul and then it'll satiate the bloodlust Stew he the capo came in with the sickness As Shanga will split you won't leave a witness 724 gone settle the score And Wesley gon' come in to dig up them ditches The dummy got murdered in three jurisdictions They found him in Boogie Down, TX, and Memphis He died from a slug in his face with no case Because Kenny could never have love for no muthafuckin' bitches
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Written by: Jordan Miles, Neverending Mixtape, Shanga Labossiere, Stewart Mitchell, Wesley Rocco
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