Murderer

Album cover art for "Murderer" by Grafh & Jarren Benton & King Charlton

Grafh & Jarren Benton & King Charlton - Rap

Murderer

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[Intro] They think I'm crazy My name Grafh baby, Dope Gang [Verse 1] I can say my brain balled out Got a staged rubbed out And a day in a clubhouse With a bed getting her brain fucked out Getting some brain till I'm getting the thing sucked out I need to be caged up It ain't safe enough to be in the same place When I hate your guts And I break it up and drain it in a paper cup And chase it with angel dust and make my lunch I hang my nuts way up 'ow Strangle ya neck till your brains come out Then I pray that the stain comes out But it can't so it looking like Banksy with his paint brush out They saying prayer can save us, how? We the reason that your chains tucked now Can't come round or get laid up found Been off the leash too far For me to peek guns made uptown I cop way uptown, break up pound I'm turning my weed way up loud (say what) Stay up in the cloud, can't come down My chopper can make a plane come down Fake fuck how you taking the same thug route Till them handcuffs out You taking a stand, I'm taking a stand up route Then I stand up and touch ground Cause a man more stand up down From the bottom fuck around and shot him They told me to hit him, I did it, I get it, I got him Then hit him, then split him, get rid of the spirit inside him (wow) I'm in an asylum I figured I'd fit in the bottom Niggas be killers, guerillas niggas, sinners and robbers Not with Michelle Obama, Clinton Hillary Rodham write 'em Nigga I live in the bottom, what's the problem You pop shit on if you want a condom What all ya'll are believe (y'all are believe in) I'm all so dirty (dirty) Ya'll can't alter my dream, but a washing machine But my laundry's the cleanest (fresh) They're coming down for a reason (reason) I form an allegiance with robbers and heathens (heathens) I'm like a farmer with seeds When I water the garden of Eden with all of my semen I'm the father of demons (demons) Destroy all your agreements ('agreements) I'm the Lord of the fleas I'm the cause of disease And I took all the pieces and crossbreed it I'm all evil, I'm taking your heart, full repo, carlito, we all illegal My alter ego already alter my ego I already talked to Torpedo He was Lord of my ego I'm tossing the bomb (bomb) across your peep hoe Knock knock nigga, who's there, pop pop nigga [Chorus] Lawd, somebody betta pray fe dem pussyclaat Somebody betta rave, chopper, chopper MJ Kno' seh mI a pay when God send me Murderer, murderer Murderer, murderer Yow, murderer [Verse 2] I'm not the sanest, who dey, yeah who say My momma shoulda killed me at birth And put a hole inside my toupee Lunch time bitch, your favorite rapper just souffle They can't 'Kick, Push' like Lupe I strangle a man with my hands or a shoelace Throw rosin and promethazine inside my kool-aid Touche walk fifty, give a nigga the two blades I give niggas a new face, killa spirit renovative I put the soul in a new place Get fellatio while a nigga playin 2K She gon' suffocate and come up for air with a blue face That's why I call a bitch Smurfette Don't be the fucking tough guy and get your shirt wet I'm so high and I ain't even left earth yet Fuck purp bitch, I'd rather pop percocet A nervous wreck in a turtleneck The fucking school yard bully never gave a nerd no respect Gun slinging like a hurdle text The scary next door neighbor in the hood that wanna hurt his pets Grafh like "show those bitches niggas how to rap." I came out the fucking guillotine without a strong I kill a platoon in war without a gat Barbarian, I pulled a fucking sword out of his back The flow sick but I'm fine I made Adolf Hitler mix with Einstein The weed so strong, feel like I'm dying I poison the fucking track like iodine Mr Bitten Hoe, I've been ill since the embryo I put an imbeciles heart in a motherfucking envelope State your claim bitch [?] Hand around the rap game throat till the bitch choke [Chorus] Lawd, somebody betta pray fe dem pussyclaat Somebody betta rave, chopper, chopper MJ Kno' seh mI a pay when God send fe me Murderer, murderer Murderer, murderer Yow, murderer

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Credits

Writers
  • Grafh
  • Jarren Benton
  • King Charlton