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letra de microphone murder (5th element remix) - donnie menace

microphone murder (5th element remix) lyrics
[chorus: donnie menace]
you don’t wanna go to war son i murder mics ’til the sun rises and the day turns to night
you don’t wanna go to war kid i murder mics, watch a master at work cause my sh-t is certified
you don’t wanna go to war son i murder mics ’til the sun rises and the day turns to night
i massacre ceremonies leaving the sight wrecked, coming direct as soon as i kick the (mic check hahahaha)

[bridge: robert de niro (al capone)]
i want that son of a b-tch dead, i want him dead. i want you to get this f-ck where he breathes! i want you to find this nancy-boy eliot ness, i want him dead! i want his family dead! i want his house burned to the ground! i wanna go there in the middle of the night and i wanna p-ss on his ashes!

[verse 1: donnie menace]
microphone check, one, two, i come through sh-tting out what’s new
every crew i run through because we several steps above you
don’t let your boys bump you, you’re not tough dude
you’re just a punk, food and lies about how your gun shoots
so i’ll salute you with just two simple words f-ck you
you couldn’t push weight if you were working out your muscles
f-ck your paper route and hustle, you’re not sh-t
and i got plenty of boxes for where you punk fools
i could bust flows until i see you stumble, or i could snuff you with knuckles until you’re screaming uncle
split you apart like a dysfunctional couple
and now you’re drenched in red like you jumped in the blood pool
i do what i must do
remaining devious and deviant, a lethal heathen is making you meet the reaper quick
feeding off your feeble that’s beating
whatever league you’re in, the team your with
so you and your peoples can all eat a d-ck
[chorus 2: donnie menace]
you don’t wanna go to war son i murder mics ’til the sun rises and the day turns to night
you don’t wanna go to war kid i murder mics, watch a master at work cause my sh-t is certified
you don’t wanna go to war son i murder mics ’til the sun rises and the day turns to night
i massacre ceremonies leaving the sight wrecked, coming direct as soon as i kick the mic check

[verse 2: donnie menace]
three, four, speak raw
k!ll the weak, defeat all
if you’re not a beat boy then i show no remorse
be warned i’m toxic to the core
homicidal form, the type to drag you through the streets and drop you in the detour
even dreams torn by slaughtering with supreme force
i could make you meet your judgment day, f-ck supreme court
i spit flames to be torched, cause i’m gonna place your face
i’m kicking down satan’s gates just to keep my feet warm
not in love when rappers do retort, cause they don’t know what i keep and store, or by the time they handsome they’ll be a corpse
if you’re religious i’ll assist you in meeting the lord
you claim you’ve seen it all, but you ain’t never seen the morgue
bring it on, cause i’ll never stop being infamous
recking on all these idiots, stepping on what they implement
keeping my lyrics rigorous, with or without an instrument
skinning them all alive like flesh is my habiliment

[chorus 2: donnie menace]
you don’t wanna go to war son i murder mics ’til the sun rises and the day turns to night
you don’t wanna go to war kid i murder mics, watch a master at work cause my sh-t is certified
you don’t wanna go to war son i murder mics ’til the sun rises and the day turns to night
i massacre ceremonies leaving the sight wrecked, coming direct as soon as i kick the mic check
[verse 3: donnie menace]
five, six, rhymes sick
slicing off your eyelids
follow my guidance, your life is a crisis
i could make your life end like dying’s enticing
ascend you to the skies end to find out where christ is
f-ck a freestyle, i’ll show you what my price is
cause leaving rappers silent is always priceless
for less than five cents i could rise up in your dime b-tch and nut up on her lips and say that she kissed my kids
keeping the mic gripped running around all these rookies
treating them like a pimp cause i’m selling these p-ssies
i know i said i’m cold as ice but i could change overnight
now i’m hotter than fat people in h-ll with a hoodie
don’y push me, i’m already sickly and hot and i’m thinking about the ways that i could rip up your knots
so whether your ready or not, i’m spitting these shots
and making you the opening act for biggie and pac

- donnie menace

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