manson murder lyrics – styles p

believe me, if i started murdering people…
there’d be none of you left.

basically, hit you with the hard n*gg* recipe
f*ck you! if you ain’t with me, you’re next to me
(f*ck you! )
i ain’t one for the small talk
goes to get it in it like nucky on boardwalk
real grinding n*gg* though, i’mma let the 4 talk
you ain’t got to hear me dog, you could hear the lower talk
uzzi at the place when the shawty blow the doors off
free my dollar bills and killin n*gg*s that they kid me
nothing on yo b*tch face, rain is in the sick place
maybe it’s the wax or the fact that i’m sh*t phased
rap spelled backwards is par – you ain’t up to that
if your sh*t sound whack i had enough of that
f*ck em all from the bottom to the top
if you left it up to me, yea all of em be shot
a bullseye on the forehead
f*ck whack rappers, leave em all dead

why do you wanna call me a murderer for?
i’ve never killed anyone
i don’t need to kill anyone
i think it

voices in the attic, bodies in the bas*m*nt
people under the stairs hold my guns and chasin
when i buy a brick i bring the best set to taste it
zombies out here, yea this sh*t is like a wasteland
i don’t give a f*ck about no godd*mn bath salts
p91 to blow half of your m*ss off
face all over the asphalt
no track down here but whips is like nascar
weed in the gl*ss jar, shot em in the head ‘cause the trash words
then i got ghosts like casper
no, i get ghosts like myself
if i rap like you i put the toast to myself
i sh*t on you, the mic booth in your board
why don’t you find a bridge and bungee with no chord
or build yourself a pool full of swords
dive in it, next time you rhyme put your mind in it

maybe i should’ve killed 4 to 500 people,
then i would’ve felt better

the healthiest n*gg* in new york, smoking newport’s
i’m not a new boos, i’m in the new porsche
my nike sneakers, it be my like sneakers
jogging on the beach with my wife beaters
word to obama mama, jeffrey dammer drama
swiss got keys, pianos and alicia
when i be talkin keys i’m talkin c*ke and the keisha
i know chicks that swallow c*m and they still suck it
miscarriage hoes, fowl cuz they still f*ckin
you know the deal, they don’t even wait to heal
my booster b*tches – they can’t even wait to steal
my favorite s*x position is the 69
i f*ck er at 6 while holdin my 9
amsterdam, stuff blunts, call em sumos
walkin out the walk, with a veggie meal you know
kick yo feet up like weed up, show yo speeder

i’m the king, man
i run the underworld, guy
i make the money, man
i change minds.

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