Murder

Lyrics

[Intro] Ahh WAVE Oi, Filthy Gears Oi, yo Dem boy- Dem boy nuh ready for the ting, fam What you saying? What, special? Even with a special for the specialer, yeah? You gotta go to the specialer You get me? (Filthy Gears) [Verse 1] Yeah, savage This bar that I've got does damage Going in H A M, man call it hammage Could've been you if you had that talent This one is a madders You don't wanna beef me, nah, you're a salad Gonna be a crack to the head if I grab it I get the pussy, it's pussy palace Birdman internal Dixon can't go commercial About a cat, assault man with a furball I came to shell, you'll feel them turtles WAVE Can't take man for Steve Urkel Turn Murkle Man and just murkle Incredible Hulk, yeah, I smoke that herbal You can't remix the remixer It's not Ten to you, G, it's mister Head get mangled and face get injure It's that boy, that blacked out ninja You've gots it but you've never got Rizla Yeah, I'm the king of the jungle, Simba I think "shit" when I see your picture I think "why?" when I see your Insta Thought you could jump on a set like X This new bar that I've got will X Man out the game, so don't get vexed Talking the truth like Malcolm X She was your wifey and now she's your ex Cause you didn't beat, man get X Can't Scrufizzer cause a man get Ghetts If you didn't know, that's an indirect [Chorus] Murder she wrote My man hung himself with his own rope My man's washed but he ain't got soap Blacked-out gloves when I go for the pulp It's not a Facebook poke This one's gonna leave a big hole Taking time when we take your soul Shelling down everywhere, man better know Murder she wrote My man hung himself with his own rope My man's washed but he ain't got soap Blacked-out gloves when I go for the pulp It's not a Facebook poke This one's gonna leave a big hole Taking time when we take your soul Shelling down everywhere, man better know [Verse 2] Ergh I used to say that everyday Fully gassed up when I heard that sound Thought to myself "that's fucking wave" When I said that, nobody ain't safe That's why I've gotta shout MIK It's the Ghost Writer alive in the flesh Too fucking blessed, that's why I don't pray So many shells that the floor is cray Blood on the tree looking like Kool-Aid Talking my name? Don't throw no shade That's why you're on a funny man ting just like Damon Wayne's This could end in two ways Three of them comes? Then I'll make three graves Man ah man got the big ting in case You wanna jump in the middle and skank, you gay WAVE, loose Dixon's going on loose Call for the backup and call for the troops Indirect but I'm coming for you WAVE Did you hear? I'm coming for you Man better know it's not a likkle man crew Don't come to the set with your likkle man boots Fucking hell Why would I fuck your girl when I can fuck the world? Man have got bags for sale Big boy twos that fucking smell Skengs ain't up for sale Giving them Ls and shells Send man way down the road, wells [Chorus] Murder she wrote My man hung himself with his own rope My man's washed but he ain't got soap Blacked-out gloves when I go for the pulp It's not a Facebook poke This one's gonna leave a big hole Taking time when we take your soul Shelling down everywhere, man better know Murder she wrote My man hung himself with his own rope My man's washed but he ain't got soap Blacked-out gloves when I go for the pulp It's not a Facebook poke This one's gonna leave a big hole Taking time when we take your soul Shelling down everywhere, man better know