Murda'

[Verse 1: Validex]
We might have to go to war with a couple swords
A baby that said abort and two butterfly doors
Fuck it bitch! I'm kickin' my whore into the floor
Bottled up anger has been released so I guess I pour
And it ain't cloggin' up my pores, as long as I'm sore
As long as I'm actin' like I'm four and I do it, who I do it for?
'Cause it ain't any of this shit, it's all for the gore
I'm Biggin' up my alter ego, 'cause bitch I'm from New York
Christopher Wallace, who's up in all this?
Commotion from the smartest, I'm a fucking artist
A motherfucking carcus livin' it up
Like he about to start shit, but he's dead and so what?
Six feet under, I'll still bring the thunder
You about to plunder, as I become a wonder
Wonders of the world, I wonder where's my girl?
Maybe she cheatin' so I kick her to the curb

[Hook: Validex]
Murk 'em!
All I hear is (murda', murda', murda')
Murk 'em!
All I hear is (murda', murda', murda')

[Verse 2: Mr. Rose]
From the moment I came out the womb
Felt my balls drop
How I go to war with the whole block?
Imitating the Hawks with the hot shots
Leave you dead, dying, frying, probably halfway crying
Tryna crawl your way in front of a car
Let my bars shock you back to life
Slice you up a cut of a real nice fight
By the end of the night , you'll be crying in fright
Barely breathing, beaten, defeated
STOP feeding me all the anger I left behind
Go ahead and find the new me
The old me I murdered over a new piece of turf
Told y'all I'm out my right mind
So now you hear from my left brain
Now you see the way I take over the whole game
Flame every nigga who thinks he's a thug squeezing a trigga'
Just to imitate a guy named Jigga'
Go back to the block, hang with the gang-bangers
Pick a flag, grab a Tec-9, let the bullets fly
Watch their life flash before they eyes

[Hook: Validex]
Murk 'em!
All I hear is (murda', murda', murda')
Murk 'em!
All I hear is (murda', murda', murda')

[Verse 3: Melly Hikachi]
Ice in my veins, tell me where the hyping is gain
I strike when can, 'cause really I'm a lycan detained (PSYCHIC IN BRAIN)
Y'all ain't never sighted this pain
Like Vikings with canes
I'ma young man with a old soul
Therefore I can teach you some shit that you don't know
What thesis says a fetus would grow to be so bold , oh no
Hikachi done spilled out the whole bowl
All these fabricated rappers come off as so so
Call me Lu Kang how I kick the style, I'm too flame
Living in hard times, dark nights made me Bruce Wayne
Suzanne saw my crazy eyes been through things
Mentality, I think it's bout time for a new change, who's game?
Bruising dudes not choosing a crude lane
Deuce douche I'm running up a swoosh with my new plans (DAMNNNNN)
I'm using my salary paid hourly
To put my money where my mouth is, you can't counter me

[Hook: Validex]
Murk 'em!
All I hear is (murda', murda', murda')
Murk 'em!
All I hear is (murda', murda', murda')

[Verse 4: Vivid Spectrum]
All I do is murda'
Shoulda heard a, me
Cast you out to, sea
Let ya drown in the, deep
I'm fucking mental can't ya see
I'm fucking the whole ocean with my D
D-D-D-Deranged mind, thought I meant dick
Didn't ya prick? Fuck you bitch!
Get caught in the ditch
Laying dead like a lifeless snitch
Fix you up no stitch, in a sinch
Plucking your feathers away inch by inch --you birdie bitch
Fly, fly, motherfucker fly
Die, die, motherfucker die
Shoot your ass out the sky
Cry, cry, motherfucker cry
Sever your head, leave you for dead
Body getting dicked down by a midget
That fucker's spinning more than a fidget
Tossing your cream filled ass in the bed
Fucking lay your ass out, let you get spread
Matter of fact I'm done with you, just lay dead
You fucking deadbeat, you look like a mouse
Fucking bathe you in acid, make sure you get doused

[Hook: Validex]
Murk 'em!
All I hear is (murda', murda', murda')
Murk 'em!
All I hear is (murda', murda', murda')

[Verse 5: Validex]
I'm crazy enough to drive a motorcycle right into the side of my high school
Like a bayou with a fifth of rum as I like to so I wouldn't advise you to decide to
Fuck with me prick or I could leave you like you, got hit with a brick, enough to slice you
I'm on my psycho shit like I got psychosis, my brain's rotted, you know that, I'm finna find you
Exactly bitch , you look like a lacky with, a little bitch backin', yo' shit
But you ain't it, you keep spinnin' on some same old shit, lame shit
So what if I, cut a guy? Fuck it, I, could be stuck up, sly
Suck it, guy, fuck it, chuck it, I, love it, cut it, up, stutter, strut it, fly so fuck it up, why?
'Cause I fucking like to kill the game, time after time with line after line
Like I'm packing fifty-five 9's, in the back of, sixty-nine firin' lines
So fire it up, line 'em up as I, like to do, when I get a Yoo
Hoo, the entire crew knew
So keep being a baby, gaga-goo-goo, suck on my goo-goo, and gag on it too boo
I guess I must be angry, 'cause I'm taking it out on you bitches in the game
Call me really fucking crazy 'cause I'll say some shit straight to your face
I could call out somebody who I know personally and somebody steppin' in my lane
But fuck it Adam, I chuck an apple, at your motherfucking brain, call me insane, I like pain