Murder Lyrics – M4rk

Murder Lyrics by M4rk

(intro) {alfred hitchcock}
I hope as you listen to this, you are among your loved ones
‘fore, i believe that murder like charity begins at home
Yeah, let’s take these people back to moh

Look at that boy in his room
Destroyin’ my songs, saying i copy mf doom
Well, i’ma crazy m#th*rf#ck*r but not the greatest grove
So you skim through, my songs on youtube

Go tell my shit’s trash in your group chats
While i’m looking at you, through the hole in the roof
I just went “atchu”, and he looked through
So i had to break in to lube you

And takеdown the comments on youtube
Brеak the neck of this huge goof with a brute tooth
Broke the link of the heart to the brain, like turning off blue-tooth
Nah cut that, that was a bad bar

I’m not f#cking px-aquaman
And his parents knockin’ on the door
They would be embarrassed to see how their child turned into a doctor
Or, an engineer, grab any engine near me and wipe them out clearly

Write in his diary, “dear me, i just died in the hands of my favorite rapper, dearly.”
Seems so dull, it’s like i can hear me
Oh it’s my thoughts(thots), they want to use their body
Gettin’ f#cking rolled over by an audi

More souls wanna be set free so they call me
They were listening to that song i made a song wit’ a guy i murderer
I have the footage reserved sir
Lookin’ at the girl who post insta’ stories

Maybe it’ll be fantastic, when you’re guts and glory
You’re guts and glory. you’re so annoying
Cut your dad’s nuts and store it
Grab you by the hair and as i prepare the driller

Put it inside of your appendix, tell her to suck her own appan’s dick
And have your face stuck there, like when my pen stick to my hand
Suck it forever and be one of your achan’s chicks
Then i prevent prick from sendin’ my songs to the whole world, without my perms

Make that same girl drink that full bottle of sperm
Caught on video, on the news it’s blurred
Who the f#ck made this occur?
It’s sizzle, cause these m#th*rf#ck*rs with lame mom jokes are deafened

I’m left but only for the knife
Right for the knife, which is what i use if you dislike
For no reason. b#tch i’ma drop you from 15 stories
There’s no pleasin’. pushed you down death is only the path your easin’

This sh#t is a f#cking murder
I’m a m#th*rf#ck*r your never heard of
All these mc’s blood i’ma gurgle
Turn kill-mode and my pupils turn purple

This is a f#cking murder
This b#tch wants to flirt and, yeah
Gave her cyanide, i’ma beserker
Mic is a killing weapon, i ordered

We’ve people cringe at this
They think this is cringey but i’m also inching
Even if it’s by a pinch and cuz that’s what’s finna happen to you-
Get your head hit by a titanium pendulum

I say faggot and they say i’m offendin’ em
Grab my f#ckin’ scalpel, you’ll die lookin’ at the cover of the album
Stay away, i’m on heavy valium. grabbed a machete to get ready for the carnage
It’s the outcome. and the next victim(vic-them) is plural

They in a call, saying i’m small
I join in, they mock me. i’m outside of his cocking-
My gun and point it straight to this dick
And kill the others who remind of my sins

But since i’ve changed, so why do they keep remindin’ me, it makes me wanna do it again
Like the time this faggot, keeps mocking me and
Calling me a “rapper.” i don’t care if it’s banter
If it hurts, it hurts there’s no valid answer

So i pick up this body and dump this cancer into a dumpster
Because he deceased.(disease)
Take the cringing b#tches b#tches and throw them into the shredder
Get a life and stop hating on my sh#t

Close the gate so it’s destroys your ball sack
You know what, i’m nuts.(haha)
Cuz i pissed a(pista,pistachio) whole community of snowflakes
Pluck out your esophagus

Snuck out and syringe him wit’ aids(aids) and
I don’t need any help for this sh#t
Just gimme a paper, i’ma indian raper of syllables
That hoe hating on my stance, gonna rape her

Make a tape or a cd
Give the call-in friends a bd.(bd meaning smoking like dissing/or putting the bd on their skin to burn it/ bee-dee is a plastic company referring to put their bodies in a plastic wrap.)
Blade their colon, ate some blaring t.v
Police found some bodies hanging from a tree, g

Run or leave please
Y’all are worse clowns than icp!!
This sh#t is a f#cking murder
I’m a m#th*rf#ck*r your never heard of

All these mc’s blood i’ma gurgle
Turn kill-mode and my pupils turn purple
This is a f#cking murder
This b#tch wants to flirt and, yeah

Gave her cyanide, i’ma beserker
Mic is a killing weapon, i ordered
I said dowen, no one admired me glowin’
You’re the hoe in this game

There’s no one in this game, that’s as bad as you
Saying, i got an attitude, nah i’m just mad at you
Why am i so angry? you made me mad, i’ma chop your body up
And put it in the pantry

For me being offensive is handy
People pick a line and criticize
You’re makin’ me more known. you’re breakin’ me, oh no
Thanks to karthik for letting this monster out

Who’s rebelling against the b#tches who don’t
Which is the whole, cosmos
b#tch, i don’t wanna be taken serious
I just rap wit’ no convenience

Thank you for making me a lyrical genius
Still ain’t gonna listen to you, i got no obedience
Ay mahadev, i dissed you, i don’t see the diss
Oh yeah ’cause you deleted it

That mesh’s career too, yeah we did it.(weeded it)
He thought he was high, so we harvest him of the farm
I’m not calm as long as i got the pen in my palm
I made that apology wit’ you

You did the same mistake twice, you bother me
So this is a track to hit you
Small furry guy, yeah i already hitched you
And put you on the grill, suit you on your grave

So every beat and a being that i kill
I do it brutally, this blood of that px kid b#tch-
Is suiting me, cutely and beautifully
Beautiful ’cause this is your funeral

Brought back after i killed him and i had to do it again
After this, you gon’ dm me
“did he just mute me?”
You just got muted, diddy

The fitty community is coming for you sissy
They call me m4 ’cause i’m sniper, wiper
Always hit a headshot like deadshot
They get slaughtered.(slot it)

Everyone, who would like to get on-
My dick. what is the m for, machete ’cause i’m knife some this is-(disses)
For everyone i murdered, just have that alerted
Px, mesh next, man and wolf sex, critics and the perplexed snow flakes.(snowflecks)

This is just a small spot for ’em, no context
On text, i’ma genius no flex.(snow flex/ cold flex)
Yeah next time you m#th*rf#ck*rs make a disstrack don’t delete your channel or the song
And i’m kiddin’ px man, i ain’t gonna diss you, i was jokin’

Yeah, peace
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