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Murder The Nation - текст песни



Murder The Nation


Murderation control of the mind

Situation death you'll find

Left you behind when I kick my flow

So I'm 'bout to bring it back like you don't even know

'Bout to bring it back so hold your breathe

Your crew ain't shit, bullet to your chest

Left to ya left, look to ya right

Drop to tha ground, bitch nighty night

Sniper on the roof, one clean shot

Out with the quickness got no proof

There I am in the dark alleyway

Up on the fire 'scape time to pay

No words to say when I let the bullets spray

Can't stop me, ain't no way

Work for the government, do it for the pay

Murda Fo Free, night or day

All at random, victim I choose

I'm the bar-beast that made my move

All my pain is what I gotta prove

All my life, nuthin' to lose

No vacation, relation, to tie me down

Takin' you down to the ground

No sound, your body never found

You can't stop me even when I sleep

Even when you're countin', I'm takin' out your sheep

Murda for me, gets me high

Ain't nuthin like makin' people die

A grown man cry when I hit'em in the spine

When I steal your shine, your soul becomes mine

All mine, All mine



murderation murderation murderation murdering the nation (repeated)

MURDA, MURDA, MURDA, MURDA, MURDA (repeated)



Oh oh shit, here I come again

Let us begin with a muthafuckin' ten

A muthafuckin' blast to ya mutha fuckin' chin

Anutha muthafuckin' win, sunk in grin

Rin-tin-tin, a ratta-tat-tat

Gat to ya back, blow ya stack and it's like that

Visions go black, murda over crack

Murda Fo Free, murda muthafucka fuck with me

You stuck wit me, no luck wit me

Black bat crack, to ya muthafuckin' knee cap

Pop, mutha fuck a cop, stop drop, I'm on parole

Outta control, po-po murda 5-0

Still alive yo, Bio Killaz, Tha Klepto

Let's go here we go, time for you to die

Grown man cry wit a shank to tha eye

I despise muthafuckin lies mind paralyzed

Wit my thoughts that collide coincide homicide

Dead Sea Ryde, ima do or die type of guy

Murderation sly, murder rates be high

Barrels to da sky, don't fuck wit a drive-by

Suicide, sumn nice, wrists sliced, once or twice

Bloody nights, bloody fights, out goes ya lights

Fuck your rights, fuck your dedication

And fuck this nation, that's whut I'm statin'

This nigga ain't hatin', I speak my mind

I'm the next Sniper, and the next Columbine

The next World Trade, Kamikaze Bomber

Next Pearl Harbor, and the next Jeffrey Dahmer

So if you step, think before you flex

Just remember you're next, whut

You're next, whut whut whut, you're next



murderation murderation murderation murdering the nation (repeated)

MURDA, MURDA, MURDA, MURDA, MURDA (repeated)



Assassination to a new level

I've done dirt so call me a shovel

A grave digga devil, you better bow down

This undergound God, where's my crown?

We all Hell bound so burn in the fire

Purgatory squire, call me a liar

Grab me a wire, wrap around your neck

Look into my eyes reality check

I got me a scalpal, time to disect

Playin' Doctor-Patient, next



Next a killa wit a bad attitude

A rude, crude, fucked up dude

Crazy like a cartoon shootcha wit a harpoon

Bloody afternoon, maybe you die soon too

Drug deal slangin', Ghetto bangin'

Cocaine swangin', corpses hangin'

danglin', changin' up, like whut mutha fuck

I disrupt, corrupt and erupt a society

Like a virus quietly, keep tryin' me

Dyin' constantly, a monstrosity, but this is the way that it gotsta be



Don't fuck wit me, or I'll rip out your throat

Ran outta bullets, pipe bombs in my coat

Sunk ya boat, in Shit's Creek

When ya get out, wipe ya feet

Rise outcha seat, grand applause

Ima muthafuckin killa I got no cause

Cut off ya head, land in ya lap

Not drop my smoke, whutcha think about that?



Now ya got me thinkin' about the kill

The thrills, the chills, on the real

Of my blood spill my murda is mad ill



murderation murderation murderation murdering the nation (repeated)

MURDA, MURDA, MURDA, MURDA, MURDA (repeated)



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