Sex, Drugs, Money & Murder

Lyrics
[Intro: Jamie Madrox] Every man has a breaking point No matter who they are And nothing seems to push a man to his breaking point Faster than the one (One) woman (Woman) Right now you're gonna hear about three individual man The dealer, the player and the addict And how a woman drove them to their breaking point Out of line? Out of mind? You decide Hey I'm just callin' you again for like eighty fifth time I got my test results back the other day And they said shit ain't lookin' good for me Turns out some dumb fuckin' bitch got me marked And guess what? Guess who's fuckin' house I'm comin' to right now bitch? You better lock your fuckin' doors [Verse 1: Jamie Madrox] I fucked this one bitch raw, like porno flicks She was working my dick like my shit was a joystick Now I didn't love her at all, but the pussy was irreplaceable Pipin' out in her parkin' lot, on the kitchen table I'm able to bust up in her, she said that she's on the pill And fuckin' without no rubber always enhances the feel I started dripping like lava man from my third eye And the clinics started askin' me questions 'bout my sex life Do I share needles with heroin heads, how many bitches Have I had In and outta my fuckin' bed, givin' me head Visons of tearing her up, cuttin' her up Ghost like, gaspin' for air, chokin' with her throat cut I'm waiting on the results, diggin' her grave plot But I'll pay this bitch back in space for whatever I got I tried to get back at her, but the word on the street Must've least changed another and then that bitch creeped [Chorus: Monoxide] Sex, drugs, money and murder Should be the last one that you ever heard of Should be the last one makin' me nervous I love sex, drugs, money and murder Sex, drugs, money and murder Should be the last one that you ever heard of Should be the last one makin' me nervous I love sex, drugs, money and murder [Verse 2: Shoestring] Money yack and murder, when I catch the bitch I hurt her Bust you in your titty, you gonna die, bitch, you deserter Sleep in the bucker, till I grab my dick like fuck it Talk and set me up bustin' that Lisa ass in public She snitched on my brother, I'm searchin' for no other Lisa ass gone somewhere they won't discover In the bottem of a pit, puttin' holes in the fit I chained her to a tub so her body gotta sit Had a tutu and a bra, but I broke the bitches jaw I'm a pimping these bitches, don't you cross me 'cause I'm raw Shoestring that be my name, Dayton family on my chain I whoop a dude's ass, I be murdering in the rain Fuckin' around with Twiztid, sippin' on the mystic Murder on the scene, all they found was some lipstick I ain't gonna tell you shit, I ain't sayin' nothin' never heard of I love sex, drugs, money and murder [Chorus: Monoxide] Sex, drugs, money and murder Should be the last one that you ever heard of Should be the last one makin' me nervous I love sex, drugs, money and murder Sex, drugs, money and murder Should be the last one that you ever heard of Should be the last one makin' me nervous I love sex, drugs, money and murder [Verse 3: Bootleg] Sex, drugs, money and murder not for all folk This bitch Tammy pulled a whammy, got away with all my dope But when I catch her, I'm gonna stretch her, she will only fuck Posted outside of ther door, just like a comcast truck Fun and chains, play no games, I'll put one in your brains Your outta your league, like highschoolers playin' Lebron James I guess that bitches eyes closed, she can clearly see She 'bout to D-I-E for fuckin' with my money tree B-double O-T-L-E-G bitch I'm gonna straight OG I burn your house down, lyrical bombs floatin' outisde the derbis Fuck with my cash, that's yo' ass, I'm an armed granade About to explode on you hoes, until everything get's paid This is more than the name of a crew, bitch don't get it Twiztid Have your momma at the cemetery playin' you visits Run off with mine and they gonna find your bitch ass in the gutterr Fuckin' with Twiztid and The Family is another murder [Chorus: Monoxide] Sex, drugs, money and murder Should be the last one that you ever heard of Should be the last one makin' me nervous I love sex, drugs, money and murder Sex, drugs, money and murder Should be the last one that you ever heard of Should be the last one makin' me nervous I love sex, drugs, money and murder
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Credits
- Writers
- Madrox
- Monoxide
- Shoestring
- Bootleg
- MIKE SUMMERS