Never met a villain like me
Never got blood on a single white tee
Always wore black covered my tracks
Hearing your threats but I take em lightly
None of y'all do it like this do it like me
Y'all still cutting your teeth
Cut em off clean taking off heads
How to make a murder on beat yea
Chop em up my mind like a body shop
Life short move fast like the Autobahn
Defense get called like an audible
Throw death so hard boy I gotta arm
Who gon catcha stray Dealin death today
Never second place always first to fade
Swinging for the fence I might break the gate
Balled up like a fist tight as coochie aye
Boy you Pussy play I don't play wit pussy
Unless I'm finger fuckin breaking up the cookies
Hey there looky looky shook ones never shook me
This is murder music Imma make a movie
Holy shit I'm groovy I grew up on Ghoulies
You grew up with cooties I was grabbing booties
Always liked the taste of flesh always liked to make a mess
Ace Ventura said it best what a lovey room of death
Slashing up a faces found it creative
Who knew that blood was so pretty to paint with
Look at the canvas ain't it amazing
Heard em screaming but thought it was painless
Put another head up on the wall she ain't giving head I'll cut it off
Sticky but it's soft
I ain't with the funny shit at all y'all been falling off
And I'll be at the bottom when you fall
Hell bound and down Broward county Kids
How does murder sound similar to this
I been talking shit they called it a diss
I just spoke the truth and it got em pissed
Yea I made list and I checked it twice
No escaping this everybody dies
Everybody lies better in a ditch
How does murder sound similar to this
Never met a villain like me
Never got blood on a single white tee
Always wore black covered my tracks
Hearing your threats but I take em lightly
None of y'all do it like this do it like me
Y'all still cutting your teeth
Cut em off clean taking off heads
How to make a murder on beat yea
Say I'm a monster baby call me monster baby
In love with murder it's like all I've ever gotten lately
Too many people dying your God is not replying
I guess that death was always something we identify with
What do you get when your lost soul has nothing left
Where do you go when heavens running out of steps
Who do you know that's always on the left hand path
I'll welcome you into this lovely room of death