Double Murda

Lyrics

[Intro: Jon Connor] Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh When your favorite rappers collaborate The People's Rapper [Verse 1: Jon Connor] Yeah, I give a fuck what the error is You need my narrative, like you need air to live Kill everything Just hope I spare the kids like broken marriages Embarrassing You make comparisons, when it's my heritage and imperative I bomb shit like terrorists with arrogance I know how the jungle look You niggas look like jungle book Animated because you fascinated by how the struggle look Let me cook I'll be Gordon Ramsey, you get antsy Yeah I flame grill the shit out of you niggas Nothing fancy Look, it's levels to this shit like I'm bringing shovels to a ditch It's the Olympics when I spit I should get medals for my flips Fuck around and drop a Randy Savage elbow in this bitch It's understated I'm underrated like Carmelo with the Knicks This when it get for real like the shit that Kaepernick to kneel I hit you like a brick of steel in the glove of Claressa Shields What is the deal? This shit in the field like we was Chris and Will Term, I think we got them concerned Yeah, they know the drill [Verse 2: Termanology] I came in the game hungry and I still am And I got steel hands, top like a cycling fan Pop out in a minivan Pink mink, Killa Cam Briefcase full of kilograms I'm a killer, man Artillery, I feel up and squeeze Pull this hair pin trigger Turn your blow up to a Caesar Mona Lisa's, I paint pictures on my Ezell Basco, bars These bullets are Vin Diesel Iendo, bloody how I beat you Shoot my own people, like Paid in Full, Rico Damn You buy a brick, you better bring a burner cuz you could end up the urn being the top earner You hesitate I premeditate a murder I'm an educated learner, but deadly as Moderna I love to turn up Technically that's what Term does Top shelf Tito's tequila Turn me to term Trump And when I'm drunk, you could end up in the trunk Paramedics pumping on you cause you got hit with a pump I am paranoid and that's why I pistol pack Pessimistic people are pussys So I don't live like that Nah I am mister rap circles around your favorite rapper Fuck an election with a blessing I could pay the pastor for the collection I should be in Confession, fessing up for my sins But I'm going to sin again, so fuck it Two beers in a bucket [Outro: Termanology] Jon Connor, shit. Ology Double Murda