DeathMurdaMayhemDestrution

Lyrics

Opinions comin from my 9 Tell me to commit a crime Kill for sport We in our prime Funerals how we pass our time Proof that we have lost our mind We sum fiends We Need our grime Peace is something we won't find Pull our card Youll get declined Petty how we were designed Solve our problems smokin pine Or maybe creepin from behind Next nigga to start sum ends up dyin Torch scorch niggas fryin Flames are something you can't climb Doomshop contract Blood its signed Fuck da world When we rhyme