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letra de murda shxt - axe murder boyz

[verse 1]
everybody wanna question the motive
like they don’t know about otis
like they don’t know that i will grab the .44 and unload it
like they don’t realise i bleed out all this twisted emotion
and i get sick and devoted to live ‘n don’t get the lotus
and i might f-ck up everybody gettin’ close to me homie
because my vision won’t focus so i be sprayin’ and throwin’
their f-ckin’ elbows
rip a b-tch apart like velcro
old school like a three stripe sh-ll toe (sh-ll toe)
no fools just me and my fellows
i’ma give ’em h-ll bro (h-ll bro)
and tell that 70’s show no kelso
hit me on the cellphone
b-tches on my mail son (?)
number one contender till i wait ‘n put the belt on
i be sending angels back to heaven where they fell from
and with all the static
i been in command ‘n (?)
i feel like i invented the xanax
the percocet addicts
and there ain’t nothing special about it
developin’ habits, still leave you feelin’ hopeless without it
and f-ck up your magic (?)
see you ain’t really need that, tell me where the tree at (tree at)
i been goin’ half on the weed sack (weed sack)
uh, ever since i was a wee lad (wee lad)
comin’ from the 303 that
denver, colorado where ya bleed at
f-ckin’ where the g’s that, sittin’ like a f-ckin’ (million?) b track
you’re a f-cking b bag
you ain’t really g, that’s on the f-ckin’ line bro
you’re a f-ckin’ b-rad, asking where the peace at, f-ck it
i bring that ruckus
only find hoes (f-ckers?) in my mind goes nutty
i’m in grind mode buddy
you can die no lucky
if i ride you duckin’
when i find ’em i’ma crush ’em, lets go
[chorus]
this that axe murda sh-t, yeah
got the gas for the clip, yeah
i’m on smash with a b-tch, yeah
do the dash on the b-tch, yeah

this that murda, murda, murda, murda
this that murda, murda, murda, sh-t
this that murda, murda, murda, murda
this that murda, murda, murda, sh-t

[verse 2]
if i murder a motherf-cker in the back (in the back)
(be real?) easy when i’m coming for ya neck
like i’m martin better run tail that
smoking (?) so you better f-cking respect
rap a rag around my face, can’t see me
’cause i’m ’bout to rob your whole family see
got the whole clique (?) in the lights
steady smokin’ on the weed see
become a little wheezy, yeah
f-ck what you heard
flyin’ high like a bird
take your b-tch but i might though (might though)
f-ckin’ put that on the bible
f-ck ’em up like kylo
when he be takin’ on the sith
never been a b-tch like you
what you gonna do? that’s nothing
all i ever wanna do is smoke on something
i’m the motherf-cker got the cops all running away
and i take ’em out no scope no joke
and i’m ready for whenever (whenever)
’cause i know that you ain’t sh-t
and i’m a hundred times better (i’m a hundred times better)
that’s what she said, thinking with the head
and you know i don’t waste no time (no time)
(cut it?) up ’bout to f-ckin’ chop for a dime
and every murder on my motherf-cking mind, all the time like
[chorus]
this that axe murda sh-t, yeah
got the gas for the clip, yeah
i’m on smash with a b-tch, yeah
do the dash on the b-tch, yeah

this that murda, murda, murda, murda
this that murda, murda, murda, sh-t
this that murda, murda, murda, murda
this that murda, murda, murda, sh-t

[outro]
murda, murda, murda, murda
murda, murda, murda, sh-t
murda, murda, murda, murda
murda, murda, murda, sh-t

- axe murder boyz

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