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letra de murda' - validex

[verse 1: validex]
we might have to go to war with a couple swords
a baby that said abort and two b-tterfly doors
f-ck it b-tch! i’m kickin’ my wh-r- into the floor
bottled up anger has been released so i guess i pour
and it ain’t cloggin’ up my pores, as long as i’m sore
as long as i’m actin’ like i’m four and i do it, who i do it for?
’cause it ain’t any of this sh-t, it’s all for the gore
i’m biggin’ up my alter ego, ’cause b-tch i’m from new york
christopher wallace, who’s up in all this?
commotion from the smartest, i’m a f-cking artist
a motherf-cking carcus livin’ it up
like he about to start sh-t, but he’s dead and so what?
six feet under, i’ll still bring the thunder
you about to plunder, as i become a wonder
wonders of the world, i wonder where’s my girl?
maybe she cheatin’ so i kick her to the curb

[hook: validex]
murk ’em!
all i hear is (murda’, murda’, murda’)
murk ’em!
all i hear is (murda’, murda’, murda’)

[verse 2: mr. rose]
from the moment i came out the womb
felt my b-lls drop
how i go to war with the whole block?
imitating the hawks with the hot shots
leave you dead, dying, frying, probably halfway crying
tryna crawl your way in front of a car
let my bars shock you back to life
slice you up a cut of a real nice fight
by the end of the night , you’ll be crying in fright
barely breathing, beaten, defeated
stop feeding me all the anger i left behind
go ahead and find the new me
the old me i murdered over a new piece of turf
told y’all i’m out my right mind
so now you hear from my left brain
now you see the way i take over the whole game
flame every n-gg- who thinks he’s a thug squeezing a trigga’
just to imitate a guy named jigga’
go back to the block, hang with the gang-bangers
pick a flag, grab a tec-9, let the bullets fly
watch their life flash before they eyes

[hook: validex]
murk ’em!
all i hear is (murda’, murda’, murda’)
murk ’em!
all i hear is (murda’, murda’, murda’)

[verse 3: melly hikachi]
ice in my veins, tell me where the hyping is gain
i strike when can, ’cause really i’m a lycan detained (psychic in brain)
y’all ain’t never sighted this pain
like vikings with canes
i’ma young man with a old soul
therefore i can teach you some sh-t that you don’t know
what thesis says a fetus would grow to be so bold , oh no
hikachi done spilled out the whole bowl
all these fabricated rappers come off as so so
call me lu kang how i kick the style, i’m too flame
living in hard times, dark nights made me bruce wayne
suzanne saw my crazy eyes been through things
mentality, i think it’s bout time for a new change, who’s game?
bruising dudes not choosing a crude lane
deuce douche i’m running up a swoosh with my new plans (d-mnnnnn)
i’m using my salary paid hourly
to put my money where my mouth is, you can’t counter me

[hook: validex]
murk ’em!
all i hear is (murda’, murda’, murda’)
murk ’em!
all i hear is (murda’, murda’, murda’)

[verse 4: vivid spectrum]
all i do is murda’
shoulda heard a, me
cast you out to, sea
let ya drown in the, deep
i’m f-cking mental can’t ya see
i’m f-cking the whole ocean with my d
d-d-d-deranged mind, thought i meant d-ck
didn’t ya pr-ck? f-ck you b-tch!
get caught in the ditch
laying dead like a lifeless snitch
fix you up no st-tch, in a sinch
plucking your feathers away inch by inch –you birdie b-tch
fly, fly, motherf-cker fly
die, die, motherf-cker die
shoot your -ss out the sky
cry, cry, motherf-cker cry
sever your head, leave you for dead
body getting d-cked down by a midget
that f-cker’s spinning more than a fidget
tossing your cream filled -ss in the bed
f-cking lay your -ss out, let you get spread
matter of fact i’m done with you, just lay dead
you f-cking deadbeat, you look like a mouse
f-cking bathe you in acid, make sure you get doused

[hook: validex]
murk ’em!
all i hear is (murda’, murda’, murda’)
murk ’em!
all i hear is (murda’, murda’, murda’)

[verse 5: validex]
i’m crazy enough to drive a motorcycle right into the side of my high school
like a bayou with a fifth of rum as i like to so i wouldn’t advise you to decide to
f-ck with me pr-ck or i could leave you like you, got hit with a brick, enough to slice you
i’m on my psycho sh-t like i got psychosis, my brain’s rotted, you know that, i’m finna find you
exactly b-tch , you look like a lacky with, a little b-tch backin’, yo’ sh-t
but you ain’t it, you keep spinnin’ on some same old sh-t, lame sh-t
so what if i, cut a guy? f-ck it, i, could be stuck up, sly
suck it, guy, f-ck it, chuck it, i, love it, cut it, up, stutter, strut it, fly so f-ck it up, why?
’cause i f-cking like to k!ll the game, time after time with line after line
like i’m packing fifty-five 9’s, in the back of, sixty-nine firin’ lines
so fire it up, line ’em up as i, like to do, when i get a yoohoo, the entire crew knew
so keep being a baby, gaga-goo-goo, suck on my goo-goo, and gag on it too boo
i guess i must be angry, ’cause i’m taking it out on you b-tches in the game
call me really f-cking crazy ’cause i’ll say some sh-t straight to your face
i could call out somebody who i know personally and somebody steppin’ in my lane
but f-ck it adam, i chuck an apple, at your motherf-cking brain, call me insane, i like pain

- validex

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