Paragraphs of Murder

Lyrics

[Intro] "Hmm… It seems almost incredible that one could murder so quickly and so smoothly..." [Bridge: Selda Bağcan] İnce  ince bir kar yağar fakirlerin üstüne Neden  felek inanmıyor fukaranın sözüne Öldük öldük biz açlıktan, etme ağam n'olur N'olur, n'olur, n'olur, n'olur, n'olur [Verse 1: Celph Titled] I  strike when the iron's hot And  form an unemployment line for my bullets when I fire shots That's the boss word (uh!) in the tree with my Mossberg Kevlar  vest, camouflage suit made of moss and birds (aah!) You at a loss for words jerk look dumb as hell (stupid!) It's mathematics talk (and what?) and numbers tell So save your ticket-stub (why?) cause I will click the snub Strap  you in a fuckin' crash test dummy collision truck Grand Daddy Grenade Man spit, on some caveman shit My ape hand hit, your nose and left your Ray-Bans split (hahaha) My .38 I stay with (yup), but that's just the backup plan In case the motherfuckin' Mac-11 jam (brrrrraaa) Matter of fact, I'm causin' cataracts with just one glance Take one stance, my trigger finger do the Humpty Hump dance (uhh!) Y'all ain't puttin' heat down (nah), y'all put the seat down Sit down and take a piss, flagrant trick; you's a blatant bitch! [Chorus] N'olur, n'olur, n'olur Paragraphs of Murder N'olur, n'olur, n'olur Paragraphs of Murder N'olur, n'olur, n'olur Paragraphs of Murder N'olur, n'olur, n'olur Paragraphs of Murder [Verse 2: Celph Titled] I ain't scared of Rosemary's baby or Damien the Omen I done been to Hell, it's lame; I slit Satan's throat open (grr) And sat on the throne for a while, it was too hot though Still used the cold steel to blast the salsa out your taco (bang!) Take nine off a thousand grams, watch me work it back in Fuck a Louis bag, I keep my stacks in a trash bin (uhh!) Ready for action, shoot chunks off your cheek (yeah!) Fix your physique, it's my weight loss technique (aah!) Geek you called the cops on me, but they can't phase a thug They playin' with Raiden (what!), send the shock back through the taser plug Power of Magneto, lift the Glocks out of their holsters Squeeze the triggers and rock La Familia like Jehovah Twelve gauge, if I pop it I'm dead wrong (uh-huh) Leave the back of your head like Sonic the Hedgehog (damn!) Boy I put gats to sternums and blast the burner (bwao!) The motherfuckin' sarin gas server, It's Paragraphs of Murder [Outro:] N'olur, n'olur, n'olur Paragraphs of Murder N'olur, n'olur, n'olur Paragraphs of Murder N'olur, n'olur, n'olur Paragraphs of Murder N'olur, n'olur, n'olur Paragraphs of Murder N'olur, n'olur, n'olur Paragraphs of Murder