Murder She Wrote

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[Intro] Yeah, Ricky, yeah, huh? [Verse 1] Ricky, born and raised in the Nostras Put that fork in the pork I ain't kosher Make your bitch respect me like, "hello, sir" Got long curls she got a low cut Oh you wanna go to hell? take bofth us Me I got connects like ?soses? Got a couple Chevy's Got a couple roadsters With a fat back tire like Orpah's Epic shit that I say like [?] She could stay awake sniffing coca And she like morphine, but she just need a few shots La-da-da-da-da, like Tupac Hospital but I ain't sign a blue rock Tatted up, long hair, and I'm new opp Shit, all them lames they secondary Write my mixtapes down in Obituary's [Chorus] Murder she wrote like Angela Mur-mur-mur-Murder she wrote like Angela Murder she wrote me, murder she wrote me [x2] murda murda [Verse 2: The Pricks] Prick, pouring on the wrong side Finger flipped a coin Homicide, or a suicide No clue, looking for the alibi Poison in the brain and I'm trying not to lose my mind I watch that concerned burning all my weed I'm getting stressed out, and I'm drinking alcohol again Body bags, toe tags, rehabilitation on my mind Everyday I'm fighting with my self Lord forgive me, pills kill my kidney That debates misery, murder she wrote me Lolly pops of morphine soda pop a codeine Hydrocodone in the morning in the evening Murderous, Mrs. [?] with a noose in the closet And the candle brought a coffin Dead body, the souls of the haunted Victims, decomposed body's, fucking rotten, rotten [Chorus] Murder she wrote like Angela Mur-mur-mur-Murder she wrote like Angela Murder she wrote me, murder she wrote me [x2] murda murda
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Credits
- Writers
- The Pricks
- Ricky Hil