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letra de murder in black & white - charles babis

yo yo yo yo yo
ugh
when i’m
oh sh-t wait hold up

when i’m startin’ a verse it’s an art in the works
shove ya’ face hard in the dirt sir he started it first
i’ll take ya’ arm and turn it till it breaks ya’ arm it’s hurtin’ and
i won’t stop so the pain just starts to worsen (uhuh)
you have a week so pay up march the first b-tch
or i’ll take you and we’ll change to cartoon persons (think i’m jokin’)
so have ya’ calendar ready when i challenge ya’ freddy
grab ’em ya’ dead meat stab ’em ya’ head bleeds
and when you fall don’t be grabbin’ my arm dude ya’ bled
grab ’em and stab ’em right hard through the head
i’m tom that is my part to the end
you’rе jerry in a black and white cartoon ya’ dead
but i’m not goin’ to run around thе track (nah)
i set a mouse’s trap now the house is back (yah)
he springs the cheese and it’s some scary sh-t
if you step in my house you’ll end up like jerry did
pleadin’ screamin’ scratchin’ at the door to stop it
i’m in the corner watchin’ this is a horror comic
hands in the dirt with her fingernails digging
camera gets her picture sees her fail with it
add it to the collection of flash photography
i’m a serial k!ller no one has caught onto me
the fbi knows the d-mn cops knock to see
but they don’t got proof so they cannot lock up me
i got a skeleton collection in the closet
with relevant developed pictures on them
they have nametags it’s located on the chest
this is where they stay at when i’m done playin’ with my friends
at lovers lane a couple’s hand holdin’ mackin
tappin’ the glass that’s when the catastrophe happened
i reach for the knife my hand slowly grabs it
i
mike what’d you do to the beat man
mike
this maf-cker
mike thedeviator
attention mike thedeviator
houston to beattov
i repeat houston to beattov
yo i’m back
aight he’s back

everybody in this place is waitin’ for me to step in
cause they know that i’ll have you aten first thing for breakfast
in the bas-m-nt taken hurt beat to death b-tch
make it worse leave ya’ headless raid ya’ shirt keys and necklace
glasses shoes and hat ya’ ran up to a trap
smash ya’ to the grass then drag ya’ through some glass
stab and shoot ya’ ass hand ya’ to the rats
grab ya’ threw ya’ back gas ya’ threw the match
i don’t mean to boast but if you don’t consider deev the goat
i’ll squeeze ya’ throat till you look like you’ve seen a ghost
every emcee is toast i’ll have ya’ cattle stamped
when i rattle back battle raps like automatic gats
i’m a tech burstin’ with them verses you’re a dead person
and i won’t stop until the red curtains
your heads hurtin’ when my pens workin’ next
turn is yours when your in you’re left wordless
cause i’ll beat in ya’ head knees and ya’ chest
a repeated offense who did he did again
he gets heated and then can’t stop with a red octagon
keep comin’ in the beat till it’s the next octomom
i’ll rough ya’ in the livin’ room shove ya’ in the kitchen to
cut ya’ up to bits then you get stuffed up in the fridge for food
protein needed some so he’s eatin’ ya
low heat heated up no drink need a cup
go to h-ll freeze it just to heat it up
repeat it until i’ve seen enough emcees are done when he is up
death is to you when i step in the booth
hand a weapon to you hack ya’ head into two
clever kid exorcist sever limbs end ya’ sh-t
i’m not afraid of the devil i’m actually a friend of his
h-ll i’ve been to it well i went through it
tripped and fell on my ice that explains my head bruises

- charles babis

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